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copy  ever  having  been  sold.  This  book 
is  in  two  parts,  each  with  a  separate  title 
page.  The  first  few  pages  contain  Wil- 
liam Penn's  charter  to  "the  counties  of 
New-Castle,  Kent  and  Sussex,  upon  Del- 
aware," which  were  known  as  "the  Ter- 
ritories" of  Pennsylvania.  A  name  has 
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to  this  part  of  the  volume,  but  otherwise 
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state  of  preservation,  and  is  an  extraor- 
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A  Table  to  find  any  Ps  alm5  or 

Part  of  a  Psalm,  by  the  fiift  Line  of  it 
Note,  The  Figures  dived,  to  the  Psalm. 

ji  Pfalm. 

ALL  ye  who  Icve  the  Lord,  rejoice  149 

Almighty  Ruler  ofihejkies  8 

Amidji  thy  wrath  remember  io<ve  38 

Among  th>  affembties  of  the  great  %  2 

Amo?:g  the  princes ,  earthly  gods  B6 

And  will  the  God  of  grace  8  3 

Are  all  the  Jons  of  Za  on  fools  5  3 

Are  firmer  s  now-  jo  fenfelefs  grcwn  1 4 

Arife,  my  gracious  God  1 7 

Awake,  ye  faints,  to  fraifejour  K\;:g  135 

3 

JDEHOLD  the  lofyfty  19 

Beheld  the  leus,  the  gen  reus  lonje  3.5 

Behold,  the  morning  fun.  19 

Behold  the  fure  Found  at  ion-Stone  Il8 

Behold  thy  waiting fer<vant ,  Zcr</  1 1 9 

Blefs,  O  my  foul,  the  living  God  rb'j 

l?/fi/?  £/*£  the  fens  of  peace  1 3  3 

i>/e)#  are  the  fouls  that  hear  and  know  Sq 

i?Z?/?  <?/'£  Mf  undcfPd  in  heart  1 1 9 

i?/<?/?  //  the  man,  for -ever  blejl  3  2 

i?/^/?  a  M<?  man  whrfe bowels  wove  42 

Blejl  is  the  man  whojhnns  the  place  1 

Blejl  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord  3  3 

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/^HILDREN  in  years  and  knowledge  young  3  4. 
Come,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord         ^     34 

Come,  let  our  voices  join  to  raife  95 

Come,  found  his  praife  abroad  9  5 

Confder  allmyjorrows,  Lord  1 19- 


4  TABLE. 

D 

JJAFID  rcjoifd  in  God  hisfirength  2  1 

Deer/  in  our  hearts  let  us  record  6n 
E 

J7ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay  63 

Exalt  the  Lord  our  God  gg 

F 

pAR  as  thy  name  is  known  4.8 

Father,  1  blefs  thy  gentle  hand  1 19 

Father,  I  fing  thy  vjoncProus  grace  69 

Firm  and unmo-v' 'd are  they  1 25 

Firm  was  my  health,  my  day  kvas  bright  30 

feels  in  their  hearts  believe  and  fay  1 4. 

For  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord  1 44. 

For  e-verfnall  my  fan?  record'  89 

From  age  to  age  exalt  his  name  107 

From  all  that  dvscll  below  thejkics  I  1 7 

From  f::p  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts  130 

f^iVZ  thanks  to  God ;  he  reigns  above  ic.7 

Gime  thanks  tc  God,  invoke  his  natne  105 

K.V;     thanks  to  God  nvft  high  1 36 

•.'..     t  banks  to  God  the  Jb-vereign  Lord  136 

Giz-r  10  cur  God  immortal praije  I  }6 

Give  to  the  Lord  ye  Jons  of  fame  29 

UJftdin  hit  eartblj  temple  lays  87 

God  is  toe  refuge  of  bis  faint*  46 

God  myfupp  1  rter  avd  my  hope  7  3 

God  of  eter-ial  love)  106 

God  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth  7 1 

God  of  my  life,  look  gently  dojvn  39 

(jodofmy  mere;  and  my  praife  109 

the  Lird,  the  heavenly  King  65 

God,  attend  while  7f\onf  no,  84. 

Gnu'  God,  hew  oft  did  Ifr'el  prow  78 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim  63 

Greu:  Gcdtthi   hea-v  us  well  order1  dfranti  19 
Great  God,  vohofe  univirfd fvey 


TABLE.  S 

Great  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high  e                  ,  I  3 5 

Great  is  the  Lord  :  his  works  of  might  ill 

Great  is  the  Lord  cur  God  j^% 

Great  Shepherd  cf  thine  Ifrael  80 

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T3AD  not  the  Lord,  may  Ifr'elfay  124 

Happy  is  he  who fears  the  Lord  1 12 

Happy  the  city  where  their  Jons  144 

Happy  the  man  to  whom  his  God  32 

Happy  the  man  whofe  cautious  feet  1 

Hear  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face  102 

Hear  what  the  Lord  in  vifonfaid  89 

Help,  Lord,  for  men  of.  virtue  fail  1 2. 

He  reigns ;  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns  97 

He  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God  9 1 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God  36 

How  awful  is  thy.  chafning  rod"  77. 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear..  1 22 

Howfaf  their  guilt  and forrenvs  rife  1 6 

How  long,  O  Lord,Jhall  I  complain  1 3 

Sow  long  wilt  th&:i  conceal  thy  face  13. 

How  p  leaf  ant,  how  divinely  fair  84 

How  pie  of  ant  "'tis  to  fee  1 3  3. 

How  pleas' 'd  and  blejl  was  I  122 

How  jhall  the  young  fecure  their  hearts  '•"  1 1 9 . 

JEHOVAH  reigns  ;  he  dwells  in  light  93. 

J    Jefus,  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne  110 

Teiiis,  fhall  reign  where ''er  the  fun  72 

If  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  cof.  127 

If  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny  127 

1  lift  my  foul  to  God  25 

/'//  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day    '  34 

/'//  pratfe  my  Maker  with  my  breath  1 46 

i9ll  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King  45 

I  love  the  Lord',  he  heard  my  cries  1 16 

ir.  all  my  vafl  concerns  vfith  thee  I  39 
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Lit  anger,  lor--,  rebuke  me  not  6 

In  God's  own  houje  pronounce  his  traifi  i  59 

Jn]\±<icfo,Godofcld-~j:as.!:nc^':K  'j(j 

Into  thine  hand,  O  God  of  truth  3  I 

"joy  ic  the  world ;  tlie  Lord  is  come  98 

I  Jet  the  Lord  before  my  face  '  1 6 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart  1 3 1 

It  is  the  Lord  cur  Saviour's  hand  1 02 

fudge  me,  0  Lord,  and  prove  my  wrys  26 

"Judges,  tjjuho  rule  the  wcrld  by  laws  5  8 

fift  are  thy  ways  and  true  thfwo'-d  1 8 

/  waited  patient  for  the  Lord  40 

/  *will  cxtc!  thee,  Lcrd,  on  high  30 

7*  ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife  96 

Let  all  the  Heathen  writers  join  1 1 9 

Let  children  hear  the  ?nighty  deeds  7  8 

Let  ev'ty  creature  join  1 4S 

Let  e-J^ry  tongue  thy  goo  dnefs J  peak  145 

Let  God  arife  in  all  his  might  68 

Letfir.nen  take  their  courfe  5  5 

Let  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice  46 

Let  Zion  and  her  Jons  rejoice  X02 

Let  Zion  praife  the  mighty  Gcd  147 

tong  as  I  live,  I'll  klej's  thy  name  1 45 

Lcrd,  haft  thcu  tafi  the  naiito  off  60 
Lcrd,  J  am  thine  ;  but  thou  wilt  prcic 

I  crd,  J  can  fuffsr  t  by  rebukes  6 

herd,  Jam  file,  conceiS  d  in  fin  5  I 

Lord,  I  efleem  thy  judgments  right  1 1 9 

Lord,  if  thine  eyes  Jurvcy  our  faults  90 

Lord,  if  thou  dof  notfoon  appear  I  2 

Lord,  1  have  made  thy  word  my  choics  1  1 9 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  fhalt  hear  5 

Lord,  I  will  bkfs  thee  all  my  days  34 

Lord,  J  would jpread  ?ny  fore  dijhefs  51 

I  crd  of  the  'worlds  flfox*  ?4 


T  A  3  L  E.  7 

Lord,  thou  haft  calPd  thy  grati  to  mind  85 

Lc>  d,  thou  bo.fi  heard  thy  j erf  ant  cry  1 1 8 

Lord j  thou  haft  j'e  arc  hyd  andfeen  me  through  239 

Lord,  thou  haft  feen  myfouljincere  1 8 

Lord 3  thou  wilt  hear. me  when  I  pray  4, 

Lord  t  'tis  a  pie  of  ant  thing  to  ft  and  92 

Lord,  vje  have  heard  thy  works  of  old:  44 

Lord 3  what  a  feeble  piece    .  90 

Lord,  what  a  thought  lefts  wretch  was  I  73 

Lord,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man  1 44. 

Lord 3  what  was  mattfwben  made  at  fir  ft  S 

Lord,  when  I  count  tljy  mercies  o'er  1 39 

Lord,  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  high  68 

Laid  Hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  14S 
Lc  !  what  a  glorious  Comer-Stons                   ■     2  1  8 

Lo  !  what  an  entertaining  -view  233 

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Jv/TAKER  and fovereign  Lord.  z 

Mercy  and  judgment  are  myfong  101 

Aline  eyes  and  my  defire  25 

My  God,  accept  my  early  vows  1 4 1 

My  God,  conftder  my  diftrejs  2  1 9 

My  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  5 

My  God 3  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings  yj 

Aiy  God 3  my  everlafting  hope  7 1 

My  God 3  my  King,  thy  various  praiji-  1 45 

My  God,  permit  wy  tongue  64 

My  God,  theftcps  of  pious  mtn  37 

My  God,  what  inward  grief  J  feel  139 

My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name  31 

My  never-ceafing  fengs  jhall  jhow  S9 

My  refuge  is  the  God  of  love    '  1 1 

My  right' ous  Judge,  my  gracious  God  143 

My  Saviour  and  ?ny  King  4.5 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  rritr.d  J I 

My  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord  2$ 

My  Shepherd  will  Jupply  my  need  ^3 


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My  foul,  bow  lovely  is  the  place  £4- 

My  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the.  dufl  11 9 

My  foul,  repeat  his  praife  I  o  3 

My  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife  J  04 

My  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone  62 

My  fpirit  (inks  within  me,  Lord  42 

My  trufl  is  in  my  heavenly  Friend  7 

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T\jO  Jlcep  nor  Jlumber  to  his  eyes  I  J2 
Not  to  our  names,  thou  only  jufl  And  true       1 1  5 

Not  to  ourfelves  who  are  but  dufi  1 1  j£ 

Now  be  my  heart  infpir* d  to  jing  45 

Now  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage  22 
j&W>  /'/»  convinced  the  Lord  is  kind 

Now  ht  our  lips  with  holy  fear  6cj 

New  let  cur  mournful fongs  record  22 

Now  may  the  God  of ' pow'r  and  grace  20 

Now  plead  my  caufe,  Almighty  God  3  5 

N&w  (hail  my  folemn  vows  be  paid  66 

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r\  ALL  ye  nations,  prat{e  the  Lord  1 17 

W  O  blcffcd  fouls  are  they  32 

O  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul  103 

Ofjuftice  and  of  grace  Ifing  1.0 1 

O  for  a  jhout  of f acred  joy  47 

O  GW,  ,-wy  refuge,,  hear  my  cries  5  5 

O  God  cf  grace  and  right eoufnefs  4 

O  God  of  mercy,  hear  my*  call  fr1 

O  God  to  whom  revenge  belongs  94 

O  happy  man  whofe  foul  is  fir  d  1 28 

O  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord  33 

O  Acav  I  love  thy  holy  law  J  *9 

O  Xcr^/,  hew  many  are  my  foes  3 

O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  king  8 

O  Z-c/v/,  o#r  i  <?n/,  how  wond' rcu:  great  8 

O  /£«/  the  Lord  would  guide  my  hpajf  l  J  9 

Q  ;->^f  tfyftatutes  eAry  hour  119 


TABLE.  9 

O  thou  fjoho  hear *ft  when f.nners-  cry  $l 

O  thou  who  fe  grace  andjufice  reign  1 23 

O  thou  whoje  jujiice  reigns,  on  high  5  6 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  pajt  90 

Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  dijlrefs  1 30 

O  what  af  iff  rebellious  houfe  78 

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pRJISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord  fcr  thee.  65 

Praife ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name  135 

Praife  ye  the  Lord ;  my  heart  fc  all  join  146 

Praife  ye  the  Lord  ;    'tis  good  to  raife  1 47 

Prefcrie  me  Lord,  in  time  of  need  1 6 

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DEfOlCE  ye  righteous  in  the  Lord  33 

Remember:,  Lord,  cur  mortal  flats  89 

Return,  O  God  of  lo~ve,  return  90 

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QAL  VATLOM  is  fcr  e^vsr  nigh  8  5 

Save  me,  O  Lord,  the fivelling floods  69 

Save  me,  O  Lord,  from  enj'ryfoe  1 6 

See  what  a  Living-Stone  1 18 

Shew  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord  !  fcr  gyve  51 

Shine,  mighty  God,  on  "  Zion"  jhhte  6j 

Sing,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord  66 

Sing  to  the  Lor  J  aloud  Si 

Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah'/  name  95 

Sing  to  the  L  crd  with  joyful  voice  I  CO 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  d if  ant  tabids  96 

Songs  of  immortal  praife  belong  1 1 1 

Soon  as  I  heard  my  father  fay  2  J 

Sure  there's  a  righteous  God  73 

Sweet  is  the  mern'ry  of  thy  grace  1 45 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King  92 

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H'EACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days  39 

Th*  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high  97 

That  man  is  bli/i  whoflar.ds  in  awe  1 1 3 


10  TABLE. 

The  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's  24 

Thee  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  myfirengtb  1 8 

The  God  Jehovah  reigns  99 

The  God  of  glory  fends  bis  fummons  forth  5  O 

The  God  of  our  falvation  hears  65 

The  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  19 

The  King  of  faints,  how  fair  hi 's  face  45 

The  Lord  appears,  my  helper  now  1 1 8 

The  Lord,  how  wondrous  are  his  ways  1 03 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  Si 

The  Lord  is  cone,  the  heav'ns  proclaim  97 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is  2  3 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light  27 

The  L  ord  of  glory  reigns ,  he  reigns  on  high  9  3 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne  50 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns  50 

The  Lord,  the  fov 'reign  King  1 03 
The  Lord,  the  So*?  reign,  fends  his  fummons  forth     50 

The  man  is  ewer, bleji  l 

The  praife  of  Zion  waits  for  thee  ©£ 

The  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought  4^ 

Think,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man  89 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  M  » 

Thisfpacious  earth  is-all  the  L  ord's  24 

Thou  art  my  portion,  Q  my  God  119 

Thou  God of  love,  thou  ever  blefi  i-O 
Through  evry  age,  eternal  God 

Thrice  happy    man  who  fears  tht  Lord  1 12 

Thus  1  refill? d before  the  lord  39 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  the  fpacious  fields  50 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  your  work  is  vain  40 

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Thus  the  great  lord  of  ecrjh  and  fea 

Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth  O  Lord  1 1 7 

Thy  name,  Almighty  lord 

Thy  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord  J  07 

WU  by  tkyjhcngth  the  mountains fi and  ^5 


T  A  BL'E.  ii 

To  God  1  cry'd  ivitk  mournful  *vcice  JJ 

*To  Gcd  I  made  myforrows  known  1 4.2 

"To  God  tke  great ,  the  ever  blejf  106 

J'o  hearJn  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes  1 2 1 

T*  cur  Almighty  Maker,  God  98 

"To  thee,  before  the  dawning  light  1 1  9 

To  thee,  mojl  holy,  andmof  high  75 

*To  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe  1  8 

'  Tixas  for  thy  fake,  eternal  God  69 

'Twas  from  thy  hand,  my  God  I  came  139 

'Twas  in  the  watches  of  the  night  6  3 

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TfAIN  man  on  foolijh pleafures  bent  107 

Unjhaken  as  the facred  hill  125 

Up  from  my  youth,  may Ifr'el  fay  izg 

Up  to  tke  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes  121 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes  1 2 1 

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TXri:  blefsthe  Lord,  the  juf  and  good  68 

We  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adort  1 8 

What  Jhall  I  render  to  my  God  1 1 6 

When  Chrijl  to  judgment  (hall  defend  50 

When  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  isflrong  ify 

When  God provok'd  with  daring  crimes  107 

When  God  refold  our  captive  fate  1 26 

When  Gcd  reveal' d his  gracious  name  1 26 

When  Ifr'el  freed  from  Pharaoh'*  hand  1 14 

When  Ifc'el  fns,  the  Lord  reproves  78 

When  I  with  pleafng  wonder fand  1 3  9 

When  man  grows  bold  infn  36 

When  overwhelm  d  with  grief  61 

When  pain  and  anguijh  feize  me,  L  ord  1 1 9 

When  the  great  Judge,  fupreme  and  jujf  9 

Where  Jhall  the  man  be  found  25 

Where  Jhall  we  go  tofeek  andfnd  132 

While  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways  3  6 

While  I  keep  flence  and  conceal  32 


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12  TABLE. 

Who  Jhall afcend  thy  hea-Snh  place  \  5 

Who  fa  all  inhabit  in  thy  hill  I  5 

Who  u  ill arife  and plead '  ?n>  right  94 

Why  did  the  jews  proclaim  their  rage  2 

Why  did  the  nations  join  to  flay  2 

Why  do  the  proud  irfult  the  poor  49 
Why  do  the  wealthy  -kicked  boaft 
Why  doth  the  Lord f  and  off fo  far 

Why  doth  the  nan  of  riches  grow  49 

Why  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook  2  2 

Why  Jbculd  I  <uex  my  foul,  and  fret  37 

Will  God  for  ever  caft  us  off  74 

With  all  mv  po-vu'rj  of  heart  and  tongue  1 3  8 

Jf'ith  earnefi  longings  of  the  mind  42 

With  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fong  .    9 

With  m  >•  w  hole  heart  V*v$  fought  thy  face  1 1 9 

With  reverence  let  the  faints  appear  89 

If  rith  Jongs  and  honours  founding  loud  1 47 

Would  )  ou  behold  the  works  of  God  I  o 7 

r 

y~E  holy  fouls  in  God  rejoice  33 

Ye  ijlands  of  the  Northern^  97 

Yt  nations  of  the  earth  rejoice  1 00 

2efer<vants  of  th*  Almighty  King  1 1 3 

2'efons  of  men,  a  feeble  race  91 

2  e  Jons  ofpi-idcf  who  hate  the  juf  '  49 

2'e  who  delight  tofer've  the  Lord  113 

Ye  w ho  obe    tk>  inunortal  King  134 

7e  t rib ts  of  A  d  a  m  join  1 4  8 

Yet  (faith  the  Lord)  ;/David\f  race  S9 


THE 


PSALMS  of  DAVID, 


IMITATED    IN    THE    LANGUAGE 


0  F    T  H  E 


NEW  TESTAMENT. 


-Psalm    I.     Common  Metre. 
The  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  <wicktd. 
i   ~p  LEST  is  the  man  who  ihuns  the  place 
J)    Where  Tinners  love  to  meet ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways* 
And  hates  the  fcofrer's  feat* 

2  Who  in  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord 

Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight ! 
By  day  he  reads,  or  hears  the  word, 
And  meditates  by  night. 

3  [He,  like  a-plant  of  gen'rous  kind, 

By  living  waters  fet, 
Safe  from  the  florins  and  blafting  wind. 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  ftate.] 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair 

Shall  his  profeffion  mine  ; 

W"hile  fruits  of  holinefs  appear 

Like  clutters  on  the  vine. 

5  Net  fo  the  impious  and  unjuft ; 

What  vain  defigns  they  form  f 
B 


14  P  S  A  L  M    I. 

Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  dufl, 
Or  chaff  before  the  ftorm. 
-6  Sinners  in  judgment  fhall  not  Hand 
Among  the  fons  of  grace, 
When  Chrift  the  Judge  at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his  faints  a  place. 

7  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread, 
His  heart  approves  it  well ; 
But  crooked  ways  of  fmners  lead 
Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

Psalm    I.     Short  Metre. 
The  faint  happy,  the  firmer  miferable, 

i   ripHE  man  is  ever  bleft 

X  Who  ihuns  the  fmner's  ways, 
Among  their  councils  never  ftands, 

Nor  takes  the  fcorner's  place. 
■2  Who  makes  the  lav/ of  God 

His  ftudy  and  delight, 
Amidft  the  labours  of  the  day, 

And  watches  of  the  night. 
■3  He  like  a  tree  mall  thrive, 

With  waters  near  the  root : 
Frefh  as  the  leaf  his  name  fhall  live  ; 

His  works  are  heav'nly  fruit. 

4  But  the  ungodly  race, 

Can  no  fuch  bleflings  find  : 
Their  hopes  will  .flee  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  ftand 

Before  that  judgment-feat, 
Where  all  the  faints  at  Chrift's  right  hand 
In  full  affembly  meet  ? 

6  He  knows  and  he  approves 

The  way  the  righteous  go  ; 


f  S  A  L  M    I,  II.  i? 

But  fmners  and  their  works  will  meet 
A  dreadful  overthrow. 


P  s  al  m    I.     Long  Metre. 
The  difference  between  the  righteous  and  the  nvitked. 
TAPPY  the  man  whole  cautious  feet 
Shuns  the  broad  way  which  fmners  go. 
Who  hates  the  place  where  Athielts  meet, 
And  fears  to  talk  as  fcofters  do. 

2  He  loves  to  pafs  his  morning  light 
Among  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord  : 

And  fpends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night 
With  nleafure,  pond'ring  o'er  the  word. 

3  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  ftrearns, 
Shall  flouriili  in  immortal  green  : 

And  heavm  will  mine  with  kinder!  beams 
On  ev'ry  work  his  hands  begin. 
4'- But  fmners  find  their  councils  croft  ; 
As  chaff  before  the  tempera  flies, 
So  mall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  loft, 
When  the  hit  trumpet  makes  the  flues. 

5  In  vain  the  rebels  feek  to  ftand 

In  judgment,  with  the  pious  race  ; 

The  dreadful  judge  with  ftern  command 

Divides  them  to  a  different  place. 

6  '*  Straight  is  the  way  my  faints  have  trod, 
"  I  blefs'd  the  path  and  drew  it  plain; 

"  Put  you  would  choofe  the  crooked  roicl, 
"  And  down  it  leads  to  endlefs  pain," 


P  s  a  l  m     II.     Short  Metre. 
Tranflated  according  to  the  divine  pattern. 
Jits  iv.  24,  &c. 
Chnft  dying,  ri/ing,  interceding  and  reigning. 
Ll  1\  yf  AKER  and  fov'reign  Lord 

K  Of  heav'n,  and  earth  and  feas ; 


16  PSALM    II. 

Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word, 
And  anfwers  thy  decrees. 

2  The  things  fo  long  foretold 

By  David,  are  fulfill'd, 
When  Jenus  and  Gentiles  ]om  to  flay 
Jefus,  thine  holy  child.] 

3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 

And  Jews  with  one  accord, 
J3end  all  their  councils  to  deitroy 
Th'  Anointed  of  the  Lord  ? 

4  Rulers  and  kings  agree 

To  form  a  vain  defign  ; 
Againftthe  Lord  their  pow'rs  unite, 
Againft  his  Chrift  they  join. 

5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 

And  will  fupport  his  throne, 

He  who  hath  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 

Kath  own'd  him  for  his  Son. 

P  A  U  S  E. 

6  Now  he's  afcended  high, 

And  afks  to  rule  the  earth  ; 
The  merit  or*  his  blood  he  pleads. 
And  pleads  his  heav'nly  birth. 

7  He  afks,  and  God  beftows 

A  large  inheritance  ; 
Far  as  the  world's  remote!!  ends 
His  kingdom  fhall:  advance. 

8  The  nations  that  rebel, 

Mult  feel  his  iron  rod ; 
He'll  vindicate  thofe  honours  well, 

Which  lie  receiv'd  from  God. 
f  9  Be  wife,  ye  rulers,  now, 

Andwodhip  at  his  throne; 
With  trembling  joy,  ye  people  bow 

To  God's  exalted  Son, 


PSALM    II. 


iS  if  once  his  wrath  arife, 
Ye  perifn  on  the  place 
n  bleffed  is  the  foul  th 
For  refuge,  to  his  grace.] 


Psalm    ft.     Common  Metre. 

1  T \  THY  did  the  nations  join  to  nay ' 

V  V     The  Lord^s  anointed  Son  ? 
Why  did  they  cafe  his  laws  away, 
And  tread  his  gofpel  down  ? 

2  The  Lord  who  fits  above  the  ikies, 

Derides  their  rage  below  ; 
He  fpeaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes, 
And  ftrikes  their  fpirits  through. 

3  «  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

"  And  raife  him  from  the  dead  ; 
.    **  I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
"  And  wide  his  kingdom  fpread. 

4  "  A/k  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 

"  The  utmoft  Heathen  lands  : 
"  Thy  rod  of  iron  mail  deftroy 
"  The  rebel  that  withftands." 

5  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 

Obey  th'  anointed  Lord, 
Adore  the  King  of  heav'nly  birth,' 
And  tremble  at  hiswprd. 

6  With  humble  love  addrefs  his  throne ; 

For,  if  he  frown,  ye  die : 
Thofe  are  fecure,  and  thofe  alone, 
Who  en  his  grace  rely. 

Psalm    II.     Long  Metre. 
ChriiVj  death  y  rejufre&ion  and '  afcenfion. 
7  HY  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  ? 
The  Romans  why  their  fwords  emplov  ? 

B2 


i8  P  S  A  L  M    IT. 

Againft  the  Lor>!  their  pow'rs  engage, 
His  dear  Anointed  to  deftroy  f 

2  "  Come  let  us  break  his  bands,  fay  they, 
"  This  man  mall  never  give  us  laws," 
And  thus  they  caft  his  yoke  away, 

And  nail'd  the  Monarch  to  the  crofs. 

3  But  God,  who  high  in  glory  reigns, 
Laughs  at  their  pride,  their  rage  controuls 
He'll  vex  their  hearts  with  inward  pains, 
And  fpeak  in  thunder  to  their  fouls. 

4  "  I  will  maintain  the  King  I  made 
"  On  Ziorfs  everlafting  hill ; 

"  My  hand  fhall  bring  him  from  the  dead*. 
"  And  he  fhall  Hand  your  Sov'reign  ilill." 

5  [His  wond'rous  rifing  from  the  earth, 
Makes  his  eternal  Godhead  known  ; 
The  Lord  declares  his  heav'nly  birth,. 
u  This  day  have  I  begot  my  Son. 

6  "  Afcend,  my  Son,  to  my  right  hand, 
w  There  thou  malt  afk  and  I'll  beftow 
"  The  utmofl  bounds  of  Heathen  lands ; 
"  To  thee  the  Nsrthern  iiles  fhall  bow."] 

7  But  nations  that  refill  his  grace 
Shall  fall  beneath  his  iron  ftroke  ; 
His  rod  fhall  crufh  his  foes  with  eafe, 
As  potter's  earthern  ware  is  broke. 

P  a  u  s  E. 

8  Now  ye  who  fit  on  earthly  thrones, 

Be  wife,  and  ferve  the  Lord  the  Lamb  i 
Now  to  his  feet  fubmit  your  crowns, 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 

9  With  humble  love  addrefs  the  Son, 
Left  he  grow  angry,  and  ye  die  ; 

His  wrath  will  burn  to  worlds  unknown, 
If  ye  provoke  hisjcaloufy. 


PSALM    III.  f£ 

io  His  fterms  fliall  drive  you  quick  to  .hell, 
He  is  a  God,  and  ye  but  duft, 
Happy  the  fouls  that  know  him  well ; 
And  make  his  grace  their  only  truft. 

Psalm     III.     Common  Metre. 

Doubts  and  fears  fupprejfed ',  or,  God  our  defentz. 
from  Jin  and  fat  an  >. 

i  l  IY  God,  how  many  are  my  fears ! 
iVX  How  fail  my  foes  increafe  ! 
Confpiring  my  eternal  death, 
They  break  my  prefent  peace, 
z  The  lying  tempter  would  perfuade 
There's  no  relief  in  heav'n ;, 
And  all  my  fwelling  fins  appear 
Too  big  to  be  forgiv'n. 

3  But  thou,  my  glory  and  my  ftrength, 

Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread, 
Shalt  filence  all  my  threat'ning  guilty. 
And  raife  my  drooping  head. 

4  [I  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  hill 

He  bow'd  a  lift'ning  ear  ; 
I  call'd  my  Father  and  my  God, 
And  he  fubdu'd  my  fear. 

5  He  fhed  foft  {lumbers  on  mine  eyes> 

In  ipite  of  all  my  foes  ; 
I  'woke,  and  wonder'd  at  the  grace 
That  guarded  my  repofe.] 

6  "What  though  the  hofts  of  death  and  hell- 

All  arnvd  againft  me  Hood, 
Terrors  no  more  {hall  make  my  foul.; 
My  refuge  is  my  Gqd. 

7  Arife,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  grace^ 

While  I  thy  glory  fing_: 


<fd  PSA  LM    III,  IV. 

My  God  has  broke  the  ferpent's  teeth, 
And  death  has  loft  his  fting. 
S  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 
His  arm  alone  can  fave : 
Bleffings  attend  thy  people  here, 
And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 

Psalm    III.     Long  Metre. 
A  Morning  Pfalm. 
t   f~\  Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes 

\_J  In  this  weak  ftate  of  flem  and  blood  ! 
My  peace  they  daily  difcompofe, 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

2  Tir'dwith  the  burdens  of  the  day, 
To  thee  I  rais'd  an  ev'ning  cry  : 
Thou  heardft  when  I  began  to  pray, 
And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heav'nly  aid, 
I  laid  me  down  and  flept  fecure  : 

Not  death  mould  make  my  heart  afraid, 
Though  I  mould  wake  and  rife  no  more.- 

4  But  God  mftain'd  me  ail  the  night ; 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong: 

He  rais'd  my  head  to  fee  the  light, 
And  make  his  praife  my  morning  fong. 

Psalm    IV.     Long  Metre. 
Hearing  of  prayer ;  or,  God  our  portion,  and  Chriu 

our  hope. 
1  (^  GOD  of  grace  and  righteoufnefs, 
V_/  Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain ; 
Thou  haft  enlarg'd  me  in  diftrefs, 
Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 
z  Ye  fons  of  men,  in  v^in  you  try 
To  turn  my  glory  into  fname  : 


PSAL  M    IV.  21 

How  long  will  fcoffers  love  to  lie, 

And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  name  ?. 

Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  faints 

From  all  the  tribes  of  men  befide  ; 

He  hears  the  cry  of  penitents 

For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift  who  dy'd. 

When  our  obedient  hands  have  done 

A  thoufand  works  of  righteoufnefs, 

We  put  our  trull  in  Gao  alone, 

And  glory  in  his  pard'ning  grace^ 

Let  the  unthinking  many  fay, 

Who  'will  bejrc~jj  fo/iie  earthly  good  ? 

But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray  ; 

Our  fouls  defire  this  heav'nly  food. 

Then  fhall  my  cheerful  pow'rs  rejoice*. 
At  grace  and  favour  fo  divine  : 
Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice 
For  all  their  corn  and  all  their  wine. 


Psalm    IV.     Common  Metre. 
An  E-vening  Pjalm. 
i   T"    ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  ^ 
JL_^  I  am  forever  thine, 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  fin. 

2  And  while  I  reft  my  weary  head 

From  cares  and  bufinefs  free, 
'Tis  fweet  converfmg  on  my  bed 
With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  ev'ning  facrifice  ; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies. 
Upon  thy  grace  alone-, 

4  Thus  with  my  thoughts  compos'd.  to  peaces 

I'll  give,  mine  eyes  to  lleep  ; 


i  PSALM    V. 

Thy  hand  in  farery  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  (lumbers  keep. 


Psalm    V.  Common  Metre. 
For  the  Lorcfs-da-c  morning. 

1  "T    CRD,  in  the  morning  thou  malt  hear 

1    j.  My  voice  afcending  high  : 
To  thee  will  I  direct  mypray'r, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Chr;Ji  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  faints, 
Prefenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Oar  fongs  and  cur  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whole  fight 

The  v/icked  mall  not  ftand  : 

Sinners  mail  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand, 

4  But  to  thy  houfe  will  I  refort, 

To  tafte  thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worfnip  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  fpirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteoufnefs  ! 
Make  ev'ry  path  of  duty  ftraight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 
Pause. 

€  My  watchful  enemies  combine 
To  tempt  my  feet  aftray  ; 
They  flatter  with  a  bafe  delign, 
To  make  my  foul  their  Drey. 

7  Lprd,  crulh  the- ferpent  ink)  dull, 
And  all  his  plots  deftroyU 
While  thofe  who  in  thy  mercy  truft* 
for  ever  fhout  for  joy. 


PSAL  M    VI.  23 

S  The  men  who  love  and  fear  thy  name, 
Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulnll'd ; 
The  mighty  God  will  compafs  them 
With  favour,  as  a  fhield. 


Psalm    VI.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  inficknefs  ;  cr,  difiafes  healed. 

1  T  N  anger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  not, 

I    Withdraw  the  dreadful  ftorm-i 
Nor  let  thy  fury  grow  lb  hot 
Againit.  a  feeble  worm. 

2  My  foul  bows  down  with  heavy  tares, 

My  fleih  with  pain  opprefl ; 
My  couch  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
My  tears  forbid  my  reft. 

3  Sorrow  and  pain  wear  out  my  days; 

I  wafle  the  night  with  cries, 
Counting  the  minutes  as  they  pafs, 

'Till  the  flow  morning  rife. 
.4  Shall  I  be  frill  tormented  more  ? 

Mine  eyes  confum'd  with  grief? 
How  long,  my  God,  how  long  before 

Thine  hand  affords  relief  ? 
"5  He  hears  when  duft  and  afhes  fpeak, 

He  pities  all  our  groans ; 
He  faves  us  for  his  mercy's  fake, 

And  heals  our  broken  bones. 
6  The  virtue  of  his  fov'reign  word 

Reftores  our  fainting  breath  ; 
But  filent  graves  praife  not  the  Lord, 

Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 


Psalm    VI.     Long  Metre. 
'Temptations  injicbiefs  overcome* 
l    T    ORD,  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes, 

JJLi  When  thou  with  kindnefs  doll  chaftife ; 


24  P  S  A  L  M     VIL 

But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
O  let  it  not  againft  me  rife  ! 

2  Pity  mylanguifhing  eflate, 
And  eafe  the  forrows  that  I  feel  ; 

The  wounds  thine  heavy  hand  hath  made, 
O  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal  1 

3  See  how  I  .pafs  my  weary  days 

In  fighs  and  groans :  and  when  'tis  night, 

My  bed  is  water'd  with  my  tears, 

My  grief  confumes  and  dims  my  fight. 

4  Look  how  the  pow'rs  of  nature  mourn  ! 
How  .long,  Almighty  God,  how  long  ; 
When  mall  thine  hour  of  grace  return? 
When  mail  I  make  thy  grace  my  fong? 

5  I  feel  my  fl em  fo  near  the  grave, 

My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair ; 
But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord, 
For  all  is  dull  and  filence  there. 

6  Depart  ye  tempters  from  my  foul ; 
And  all  defpairing  thoughts  depart; 
My  God,  who  hears  my  humble  moan, 
Will  eafe  my  pain,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

Psalm    VII.     Common  Metre. 
God's  care  of  his  people,  and ' puni foment  of per/:  cut  en-. 
i    1i  /¥Y  trull  is  in  my  heav'nly  Friend, 
X V JL  My  hope  in  thee,  my  God ; 
Rife,  and  my  helplefs  life  defend 
From  thofe  who  feek  my  blood, 

2  With  infolence  and  fury,  they 

My  foul  in  pieces  tear, 
As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey 
When  no  deliv'rers  near. 

3  If  I  have  e'er  provok'd  them  firft, 

Or  once  abus'd  my  foe, 


PSALM    VIII.  25 

Then  let  him  tread  my  life  to  duft, 
And  lay  mine  honour  low. 

4  If  there  be  malice  found  in  mc, 

I  know  thy  piercing  eyes ; 
I  mould  not  dare  appeal  to  thee. 
Nor  afk  my  God  to  rife. 

5  Arife,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand, 

Their  pride  and  pow'r  controul; 
Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 
Deliv'rance  for  my  foul. 
Pa  use. 

■6  [Let  finners  and  their  wicked  rage 
Be  humbled  to  the  duft  : 
Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  engage 
To  vindicate  thejuft? 
7  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins, 
He  will  defend  th'  upright : 
His  fharpeft  arrows  he  ordains 
Againft  the  fons  of  fpite. 
t  For  me  their  malice  digg'd  a  pit, 
But  there  themfelves  are  call ; 
My  God  makes  all  their  mifchief  light 
On  their  own  heads  at  laft.] 
9  That  cruel  perfecuting  race, 
Muft  feel  his  dreadful  fword  ; 
Awake  my  foul,  and  praife  the  grace 
And  juftice  of  the  Lord. 


Psalm    VIII.     Short  Metre. 

G\>d' s  fovereignty  and  goodnefs  ;  and  man 's  dominion 
over  the  creatures. 
i   /~\  Lord,  our  heav'nly  King, 
\_J  Thy  name  is  all  divine ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread> 
And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  mine, 
C 


26  PSALM    VII. 

2  When. to  thy  works  on  high, 

T  raife  my  wond'ring  eyes, 
And  fee  the  moon,  complete  in  light, 
Adorn  the  darkibme  ikies. 

3  When  I  furvey  the  flars, 

And  all  their  mining  forms, 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that'wor.thlefs  thing, 
Akin  to  duft  and  worms  ? 

4  Lord,  what  is  worthlefs  man, 

That  thou  mouldft  love  him  fo  ? 
Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  plac'd, 
And  lord  of  all  below. 

5  Thine  honours  crown  his  head, 

While  beafts  like  ilaves  obey, 
And  birds  that  cut  the  air  with  wings, 

And  fifh  that  cleave  the  fea. 
How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 

And  wond'rous  are  thy  ways  : 
Of  duft  and  worms  thy  pow'r  can  frame 

A  monument  of  praife. 
7  [Out  of  the  mouth  of  babes 

Andfucklings  thou  canft  draw 
Surprising  honours  to  thy  name  ! 

And  ilrike  the  world  with  awe, 
3  O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  King, 

Thy  name  is  all  divine ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 

And  o'er  theheav'ns  they  ihine.] 


P  s  a  l  m    VIII.     Common  Metre. 
ChriJFs  condefcenjion  and  glorification  j  or,  God  made 

man. 
I   /^V  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 
\J  Is  thine  exalted  name ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  itate 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 


PSAL  M    VIII.  27 

Z-  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 
The  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
And  flars  that  well  adorn  the  iky, 
Thofe  moving  worlds  of  light ; 

3  Lord  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 
Who  dwells  fo  far  below, 
That  thou  ihoulditviiit  him  with  grace.,. 
And  love  his  nature  lb  ! 

4.  That  thine  eternal  Son  mould  bear  ' 
To  take  a  mortal  form, 
Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 
To  fave  a  dying  worm  r 

5  [Yet  while  he  hVd  on  earth  unknown. 

And  men  would  not  adere, 
Th'  obedient  Teas  and  fiiites  own 
His  Godhead  and  his  power, 

6  The  waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  feet ; 

And  filh  at  his  command, 
Bring  their  large  fhoals  to  Peter'snzt* 
Bring  tribute  to  his  hand. 

7  Thefe  leffer  glories  of  the  Son 

Shone  through  the  flefhly  cloud  ; 
Now  we  behold  him  on  his  throne, 
And  men  confefs  him  God.] 

8  Let  him  be  crown'd  with  majefty 

Who  bow'd  his  head  to  death  ; 

And  be  his  honours  founded  high,    , 

By  all  things  that  have  breath. 

9  Jefus,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great- 

Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  ilate 
Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 


2?  P  S  A  I,  M    VIII. 

PsjL.u     VIII.      ift  Part.     LongMttre. 
Paraphrafed. 
7 he  Hofanna  */Mf  children ;  or  Infants  praiftng- 

God. 
i      A    LMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  Ikies, 
_^\.Thro,  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  fpread, 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rife 
O'er  all  the  heav'ns  thy  hands  have  made. 

2  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 
A  monument  of  honour  raife  ; 

And  babes  with  uninftructed  tongue, 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

3  Thy  pow'r  afliits  their  tender  age 

To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground* 
To  ftill  the  bold  blafphemer's  rao-e> 
And  all  their  policies  confound. & 

4  Children  amidft  thy  temple  throng 
To  fee  their  great  Redeemer's  face ; 
The  Son  of  David  is  their  fong, 
And  young  Hcf annas  fill  the  place. 

5  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  jprieuYs 
In  vain  their  impious  cavils  bring ; 
Revenge  fits  filent  in  their  breafts, 
Whilft  Je%'jij7i  babes  proclaim  their  King* 

?  $  j  l  m    VIII.     2d  Part.     Long  Metre. 

P  ar  aphrafr  d . 

Adam  and  Chrht,  Lords  of  the  old  and  nezv  cua- 

tion. 
i    *       ORD,  what  was  man,  when  made  at  nrft, 
i    4  Attain,  the  offspring  of  the  duft, 
That  thou  mouldft  fet  him  and  his  race* 
But  juft  below  an  angel's  place  ? 
2  That  thou  fhouldfl  raife  his  nature  fo, 
And  make  him  lord  of  all  below  ; 


PSALM    IX.  2g 

Make  ev'ry  beaft  and  bird  fiibmit, 
And  lay  the  fifties  at  his  feet  ? 

3  But  O!  what  brighter  glories  wait 
To  crown  the  fecond  Adam's  ftate  ! 
What  honours  fhall  thy  Son  adorn., 
Who  condefcended  to  be  born  ! 

4  See  him  below  his  angels  made  ! 
See  him  in  duft  among  the  dead, 
To  fave  a  ruin'd  world  from  fin  ; 
But  he  mall  reign  with  pow'r  divine. 

j  The  world  to  come,  re  deem 'd  from  all 
The  mis'ries  that  attend  the  fall, 
New  made  and  glorious  fhall  fubmit 
At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 


P  s  a  l  m    IX.     ifi  Part.     Common  Metre. 
Wrath  and  mercy  from  the  judgment^feat, 

1  T  T  TITH  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fong3 

VV    Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim. 
Thou  fovereign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong. 
Wilt  put  my  foes  tofhamei. 

2  I'll  fing  thy  majefly  and  grace  ; 

My  God  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  his  vengeance  known. 

3  Then  mail  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove,- 

For  all  who  are  oppreft  ; 

To  fave  the  people  of  his  love, 

And  give  the  weary  reft. 

4  The  men  who  know-  thy  name  will "iruft- 

In  thy  abundant  grace; 
For  thou  haft  ne'er  forfook  thejuft, 
Who  humbly  feek  thy  face. 
£  Sing  praifes  to  the  righteous  Lord>, 
Who  dwells  on  Zimh  hill, 


3°  PSALM    IX. 

Who  executes  his  threatening  word, 
And  doth  his  grace  fulfil. 

P  s  a  l  m    IX.      zd  Part.        Common  Metre. 
'T/ie  avifdom  and  equity  of  providence. 
J  HEN  the  great  Judge,  fupreme  and  juft. 
Shall  once  inquire  for  blood  ; 
The  humble  fouls  who  mourn  in  duft> 

Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 
He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 

Does  his  own  children  raife  : 
In  Zionys  gates,  with  cheerful,  breath. 

They  fing  their  father's  praife.. 
His  foes  ihall  fall  with  heedlefs  feet 

Into  the  pit  they  made  ; 
And  finners  perifh  in  the  net 

Which  their  own  hands  have  fpread. 
Thus  by  thy  judgments,  mighty  GOD> 

Are  thy  deep  counfels  known  : 

When  men  of  mifchief  are  deftroy'd, 

The  mare  muft  be  their  own. 

P  A  U  S  JE. 

The  wicked  Ihall  fink  down  to  hell ; 

Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands 
That  dare  forget  thee,  or  rebel 

Againft  thy  known  commands. 
Though  faints  to  fore  diftrefs  are  brought, 

And  wait,  and  long  complain, 
Their  cries  mall  never  be  forgot, 

Nor  ihall  their  hopes  be  vain. 
[Rife,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  feat, 

To  judge  and  fave  the  poor  ; 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 

And  man  prevail  no  more. 
Thy  thunder  mail  affright  the  proud, 

And  put  their  hearts  to  pain, 


PSALM    X.  31 

Make  them  confefs  that  thou  art  GOD, 
And  they  but  feeble  men.} 

Psalm    X.     Common  Metre. 

Prayer  heard,  and  faints  fa-ved ;  or>  pride,  aiheifm 

and  opprejjion  punijhed. 

For  a  humiliation  day. 

1  TT7HY  doth  the  Lord  ftand  offfo  far:.3 

V  V    And  why  conceal  his  face, 
When  great  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  diftrefs? 

2  Lord  fhall  the  wicked  (till  deride 

Thy  juftice  and  thypow?r  ? 
Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride3 
And  ftill  thy  faints  devour  ? 

3  They  put  thy  judgments  from  their  fight> 

And  then  infult  the  poor ; 
They  boaft  in  their  exalted  height, 
That  they  fhall  fall  no  more. 

4  Arife,  O  Lord,  lift  up  thine  hand, 

Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 
No  enemy  fhall  dare  to  ftand 

When  God  afcends  on  high. 
Pause. 
Why  do  the  men  of  m?iice  rage, 

And  fay  with  foolifh  pride, 
The  God  ofhearo'n  will  ne'er  engage 

To  fight  on  Zion'sfide. 

6  But  thou  for  ever  art  our  Lord  ;. 

Andpow'rful  is  thy  hand, 
As  when  the  Heathens  felt  thy  fword^ 
And  perifh'd  from  thy  land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray., 

And  caufe  thine  ear  to  hear, 
Hearken  to  what  thy  children  fay-> 
And  put  the  world  in  fear. 


32  P  S  A  L  M    XL 

8  Proud  tyrants  fhall  no  more  opprefs, 
No  more  defpife  the  juft  ; 
And  mighty  finners  fhall  confefs 
They  are  but  feeble  duft. 


Psalm    XL  Long  Metre. 
God  loves  the  righteous,  and  hates  the  ivicked. 

i   "It   /¥Y  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  ; 
J.V1   Why  do  my  foes  infult  and  cry, 
Fly  like  a  timorous,  trembling  dove, 
To  dijlant  woods  or  mountains  fly  ? 

2  If  government  be  oncedeftroy'd 
(That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace) 
And  violence  makes  juftice  void, 
Where  fhall  the  righteous  feek  redrefs  ? 

3  The  Lord  in  heav'h  has  fix'd  his  throne, 
His  eye  furveys  the  world  below  ; 

To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known ; 
His  eye-lids  fearch  our  fpirits  through. 

4  If  he  afflicts  his  faints  fo  far, 

To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  grace,. 
What  may  the  bold  tranfgreffors  fear  ! 
His  very  foul  abhors  their  ways. 

5  On  impious  wretches  he  fhall  rain 
Tempefts  of  brimftone,  fire  and  death,. 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 

Of  Sodom,  with  his  angry  breath. 

'6  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  fouls 
Whofe  thoughts  and  actions  are  fmcere, 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 
The  men  who  his  own  image  bear. 


PSALM    XII.  33 

Psalm    XII.     Long  Metre. 

*The  fain?  s  fafety  and  hope  in  enjtl  times  ;  or,  fins  cf 
the  tongue  complained  of,  viz.  blafpbemy,  faife- 
hood,  tSc. 

i   T"    ORD,  if  thou  dolt  not  foon  appear, 
|    j  Virtue  and  truth  will  fly  away  ; 
A  faithful  man  among  us  here 
Will  fcarce  be  found,  if  thou  delay. 

2  The  whole  difcourfe  when  neighbours  meet 
Is  nll'd  with  trifles  loofe  and  vain ;.    " 
Their  lips  are  rlatt'ry  and  deceit, 

And  their  proud  language  is  profane. 

3  But  Hps  that  with  deceit  abound, 
Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long: 
The  God  of  vengeance  will  confound 
The  flatt'ring  and  blafpherning  tongue.* 

4  Yet  Jh  all  our  words  be  free,  they  cry  :  j 
Our  tongues  Jh  all  be  controlled  by  none  : 

Where  is  the  Lord  will  ajk  us  why  ? 
Or  fay,  our  lips  are  not  our  own  ? 

5  The  Lord  who  fees  the  poor  oppreft, 
Aud  hears  th'  oppreffor's  haughty  ftraln^ 
Will  rife  to  give  his  children  reft, 

Nor  ihall  they  truft  his  word  in  vain. 

6  Thy  word,  O  Lord,  though  often  try'd.,. 
Void  of  deceit  mail  ftill  appear ; 

Not  filver  fev'n  times  purity d 

From  drofs  and  mixture,  mines  fo  clear. 

7  Thy  grace  fhali  in  the  darken1  hour, 
Defend  the  holy  foul  from  harm : 
Though  when  thevileft  men  have  pow'r> 
On  ev'ry  fide  will  finners  fwarm. 


34  PSALM    XII. 

Psalm    XII.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  of  a  general  corruption   cf  manners  ;  or* 
the  promife  and  figns  of  Chrifcs  coming  to  judg- 
ment. 

i   T  TEL?,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 
J~X  Religion  lofes  ground  ! 
The  fons  of  violence  prevail, 
And  treacheries  abound. 
3  Their  oaths  and  promifes  they  brake, 
Vet  aft  the  flatterer's  part ; 
With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  fpeak, 
And  with  a  double  heart. 

3  If  we  reprove  fome  hateful  lie,. 

How  is  their  fury  ftirr'd ! 
Are  net  cur  lips  cur  rum,  they  cry, 
And  who  Jh all  be  our  Lord? 

4  Scoffers  appear  on  ev'ry  fide, 

Where  a  vile  race  cf  men 
Are  rais'd  to  feats  of  pow'r  and  pride, 
And  bears  the  fword  in  vain,. 
Pause. 

5  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, . 

And  blafphemy  grows  bold, 
When  faith  is  hardly  to  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxing  cold : 

6  Is  not  thy  chariot  haftning  on  ? 

»  Hair,  thou  not  giv'n  the  fign  ? 
May  we  not  truft  and  live  upon 
A  promife  fo  divine  ? 

7  "  Yes,  faith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rife, 

"  And  make  opprelfors  flee ; 

"  I  fhail  appear  to  their  furprife, 

u  And  fet  my  fervants  free/* 

8  Thy  word,  like  filver  fev'n  times  try'd 

Thro'  ages  ihall  endure ; 


PSALM    XIII.  35 

The  men  who  in  thy  truth  confide, 
Shall  find  thy  promife  fure. 

Psalm    XIII.     Long  Metre. 
Pleading  with   God   under  defertion  ;  or,  hope  in 

darknefs. 
i  T  TOW  long,  O  Lord,  mall  I  complain 

XjL  Like  one  who  feeks  his  God  in  vain  ? 

Can'ft  thou  thy  face  for  ever  hide, 

And  I  ftill  pray  and  be  deny'd  ? 
2  Shall  I  for  ever  be  forgot, 

As  one  whom  thou  regarded  not  ? 

Still  lhall  my  foul  thy  abfence  mourn  ? 

And  ftill  defpair  of  thy  return  ? 
J  How  long  lhall  my  poor  troubled  breaft 

Be  with  thefe  anxious  thoughts  oppreft  ? 

And  Satan,  my  malicious  foe, 

Rejoice  to  fee  me  funk  fo  low  ? 

4  Hear,  Lord,  and  grant  me  quick  relief, 
Before  my  death  conclude  my  grief; 
If  thou  withhold  thy  heav'nly  light, 

I  lleep  in  everlafting  night. 

5  How  will  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  boaft, 
If  but  one  praying  foul  be  loft  ! 

But  I  have  trufted  in  thy  grace, 
And  lhall  again  behold  thy  face. 

6  Whatever  my  fears  or  foes  fuggeft, 
Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft  ; 
My  heart  (hall  feel  thy  love,  and  raife 
My  cheerful  voice  to  fongs  of  praife. 


Psalm    XIII.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  under  temptations  of  the  de-vil. 
OW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  ? 
God,  how  long  delay  ? 


i   TTOW 
H  My 


$6  PSALM    XIV. 

When  fhall  I  feel  thofe  heav'nly  rays 
Which  chafe  my  fears  away  ? 

2  How  long  fhall  my  poor  lab'ring  foul 

Wreftle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 
Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  controul, 
And  eafe  my  raging  pain. 

3  See  how  the  prince  of  darknefs  tries 

All  his  malicious  arts ; 
He  fpreads  a  mift  around  my  eyes, 
And  throws  his  fiery  darts. 

4  Be  thou  my  fun  and  thou  my  fhield, 

My  foul  in  fafety  keep  ; 
Make  hafte  before  mine  eyes  are  feal'd 
In  death's  eternal  fleep. 

5  How  would  the  tempter  boaft  aloud, 

If  I  become  his  prey  ! 
Behold  the  fons  of  hell  grow  proud 
At  thy  fo  long  delay ! 

6  But  they  fhall  fly  at  thy  rebuke, 

And  Satan  hide  his  head  : 
He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 

7  Thou  wilt  difplay  that  fovereign  grace 

Where  ail  my  hopes  have  hung ; 
I  mall  employ  my  lips  in  praife, 
And  vicVry  fhall  be  fung. 

Psalm    XIV.    ift  Part.     Common  Metre, 

By  nature  all  men  are  finncrs. 
i   T7OOLS  in  their  hearts  believe  and  fay, 
JT    "  That  all  religion's  vain  ; 
"  There  is  no  God  who  reigns  on  high, 
"  Or  minds  th'  affairs  of  men." 
2  From  thoughts  fo  dreadful  and  profane. 
Corrupt  difcourfe  proceeds  ; 


PSALM    XIV.  37 

And  In  their  impious  hands  are  found 
Abominable  deeds. 

3  The  Lord  from  his  eeleftial  throne, 

Look'd  down  on  things  belovr, 
To  find  the  man  who  fought  his  grace, 
Or  did  his  juftice  know. 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  aftray  ; 

Their  pra&ice  all  the  fame : 
There's  none  who  fears  his  Maker's  liand  $ 
There's  none  who  loves  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  are  us'd  to  fpeak  deceit  ; 

Their  (landers  never  ceafe  ; 
How  fwift  to  mifchief  are  their  feet ! 
Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 

6  Such  feeds  of  fin  (that  bitter  root) 

In  all  our  hearts  are  found  ; 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 
'Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 

P  s  a  l  K    XIV.  id  Part.   Common  Metre* 

'The  folly  cfperfecutors. 
i      A    RE  finners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown* 
jLX.  That  they  thy  faints  devour  i 
And  never  worfhip  at  thy  throne, 
Nor  fear  thine  awful  pow'r  ? 

2  Great  God  !  appear  to  their  furprife, 

Reveal  thy  dreadful  name  ! 
Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  defpife, 
Nor  turn  our  hope  to  mame. 

3  Dofi  thou  not  dw^ll  among  the  juft  ? 

And  yet  our  foes  deride, 
That  we  ihould  make  thy  name  our  trufl : 
Great  God  !  confound  their  pride. 

4  O  that  the  joyful  day  were  come. 

To  finilh  our  diftrefs ! 
D 


38  PSALM    XV. 

When  God  fhall  bring  his  children  home, 
Our  fongs  fhall  never  ceafe. 

P  s  a  l  M    XV.     Common  Metre. 

Characters  of  a  faint  ;  or,  a  citizen  cf'ZAon  \  or,  the 

qualifications  of  a  chrifiian. 

1  TT/HO  (hall  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 

y  V     OGod  ofhoiinefs? 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace? 

2  The  man  who  walks  in  pious  ways, 

And  works  with  righteous  hands, 
Who  trulls  his  Maker's  promifes, 
And  follows  his  commands. 

3  Who  fpeaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 

Nor  flanders  with  his  tongue  ; 
Will  not  promote  an  ill  report, 
Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

4~Who  wealthy  finners  ftlll  contemns, 
Loves  ail  who  fear  the  Lord  ; 
And  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  fwears, 
Still  he  performs  his  word. 

5  Whofe  hands  difdain  a  golden  bribe, 
And  never  gripe  the  poor  : 
This  man  mail  dwell  with  God  on  earth, 
And  iind  his  heav'n  fecure. 

Psalm     XV.     Long  Metre. 
Religion    and  juflice,  goodnefs  and  truth  ;  or,  duties 
to  God  and  man ;  or,  the  qua/if cations  of  a  chriftian. 

1  IF  HO  fnall  afcend  thy  heav'nly  place, 

W  Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face  ? 
The  man  who  minds  religion  now, 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below. 

2  Whofe  hands  are  pure,  whofe  heart  is  clean  ; 
Whofe  lips  ftill  fpeak  the  thing  they  mean ; 


P  S  A  L  M    XVI.  39 

No  flanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue  ; 
tie  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

3  [Who  will  no:  truri  an  ill  report, 
Nor  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt : 
Sinners  of  Hate  he  can  defpife, 

But  faints  are  hpnour'd  in  his  eyes.} 

4  Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  ftood, 

And  always  makes  his  promiie  good  ; 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  fwears, 
Whatever  pain  or  lofs  he  bear.;. 

5  [He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold, 

And  mourns  that  juiticc  mould  be  fold  i 
While  others  gripe  and  grind  the  poor,. 
Sweet  charity  attends  his  door.  J 

6  Ke  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 

For  thofe  who  curfe  him  to  his  thee  : 
And  doth  to  ah  men  Hill  the  fame 
Which  he  would  hope  or  wifh  from  them. 

7  Yet,  when  his  holieft  works  are  done, 
His  foul  depends  on  grace  alone  : 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  mail  fee, 
And  dwell  forever.  Lord,  with  thee. 


Psalm    XVI.    \ft  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Ccnfefjion  of  our  poverty,  and  faints  tie  heft  compa- 
ny ;  or,  good  <vocrks  prof t  men,  not  Gcd. 

i   TJP^ESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need, 
X      For  fuccour  to  thy  throne  I  flee, 
But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead  j 
My  goodnefs  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

2  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confefl 
How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am  ; 
My  praife  can  never  make  thee  bled, 
Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 


40  PSALM    XVI. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  faints  on  earth  may  rez-p 
Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do ; 
Thefe  are  the  company  I  keep, 
Thefe  are  the  choiceft  friends  I  know* 

4  Let  others  choofe  the  fons  of  mirth, 
To  give  a  reliih  to  their  wine, 

I  love  the  men  of  heav'nly  birth, 
Whofe  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 

Psalm    XVI.     zd  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Chrijfs  all-fv.jjiciency . 

1  T_f^W  &&  tneir  guilt  and  forrows  rife, 

Jr.!  Who  hsite  toleek  fome  idol  god ; 
I  will  not  tafte  their  facrifice, 
Their  ofPrings  of  forbidden  blood, 

2  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 
And  nobler  food  to  live  upon  r 
He  for  my  life  has  offered  up 
ye/us,  his  beii  beloved  Son. 

3  His  love  Is  my  perpetual  feafl: ; 

By  day  his  coanfels  guide  me  right : 
And  be  his  name  for  everbleft, 
He  gives  me  fwcet  advice  by  night. 

4  I  fet  him  Mill  before  mine  eyes ; 

At  my  right  hand  he  Hands  prepar'd 
To  keep  my  foul  from  all  furprife, 
And  be  my  everlafting  guard. 

P  s  a  l  m     XVI.     3^  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Courage  in  death,  a?:  J  hope  of  the  refurre-dion. 

i  Tli  THEN  God  is  nigh, my  faith  is  ftrong» 
V  V     His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop  ; 

Be  glad  my  heart,  rejoice  my  .tongue, 

My  dying  flefh  (hall  reit  in  hope. 
2.  Though  in  the  duft  I  lay  my  head, 


PSALM    XVI.  41 

Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 

My  foul  for  ever  with  the  dead, 

Nor  lofe  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

My  flefh  fh all  thy  firil  call  obey, 

Shake  off  the  duft  and  rife  on  high  ; 

Then  lhalt  thou  lead  the  wond'rous  way 

Up  to  thy  throne  above  the  Iky. 

There  ftreams  of  endlefs  pleafure  flow, 

And  full  difcov'ries  of  thy  grace, 

Which  we  but  tatted  here  below, 

Spread  heav'nly  joys  through  all  the  place. 


Psalm    XVI.     \Ji  Part.  Common  Metre. 
Support  and  counfel  from  God,  without  merit. 

1  O  AVE  me,  OLord,  from  ev'ry  foe  : 
O*  In  thee  my  truft  I  place, 
Though  all  the  good  which  I  can  do, 

Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  grace. 

2  Yet  if  my  God  prolong  my  breath, 

The  faints  may  profit  by't; 
The  faints,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
The  men  of  my  delight. 

3  Let  Heathens  to  their  idols  hafte, 

Andworihip  wood  or  ftone  ; 
But  my  delightful  lot  is  cafe 
Where  the  true  God  is  known. 

4  Kis  hand  provides  my  conftant  food, 

Ke  fills  my  daily  cup  : 
Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  prefent  good, 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

5  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy ; 

Kis  counfels  are  my  light ; 
He  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  day, 
And  gentle  hints  by  night. 

6  My  foul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 

To  his  all-feeing  eye ; 
D  2 


42  PSALM    XVI,  XVII. 

Not  death,  nor  helL,  my  hope  fhall  move, 
While  fuch  a  Friend  is  nigh. 

Psalm     XVI,.    2d  Part.    Common  Metre, 
The  death  and  refurreSiion  of  Christ. 

1  "  T  SET  the  Lord  before  my  face, 

X  "  He.  bears  my  courage  up ; 
"  My  heart  and  tongue  their  joys  exprefs, 
"  My  flefh  fhall  reft  in  hope. 

2  "  My  fpirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 

"  Where  fouls  departed  are  ; 
"  Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  grave, 
"  To  fee  corruption  there. 

3  "  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 

"  And  raife  me  to  thy  throne  ; 
"  Thy  courts  immortal  pleafures  give, 
"  Thy  prefence  joy  unknown." 

4  [Thus  in  the  name  of  Christ,  the  Lord, 

The  holy  David  fung, 
And  providence  fulfils  the  word 
Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 

5  Jesus,  whom  ev'ry  faint  adores, 

Was  crucify'd  and  flain  : 
Behold  the  tomb  its  prey  reftores  ! 
Behold  he  lives  again  ! 

6  When  fhall  my  feet  arife  and  ftand 

On  heav'n's  eternal  hills  ? 
There  fits  the  Son  at  God's  right  hand, 
And  there  the  Father  fmiles.] 


Psalm    XVII.    -Short Metre. 

Portion  cf faints  andftnners ;  or,  hope  and  defpair  in 
death. 


■A 


RISE,  my  gracious  God, 
And  make  the  wicked  flee  5 


P„S  A  L  M    XVII.  43 

They  are  but  thy  chaftiflng  rod 
To  drive  thy  faints  to  thee. 

2  Behold  the  fin ner  dies, 

His  haughty  words  are  vain  5, 
Here  in  this  life  hispleafure  lies, 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 

And  boaft  of  all  his  ftore ; 
The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
My  foul  can  wiih  no  more. 

4  I  mall  behold  the  face 

Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 
And  ftand  complete  in  righteoufnefs^. 
Wafh'din  my  Saviour's  blood. 

5  There's  a  new  heav'n  begun 

When  I"  awake  from  death, 
Dreft  in  the  likenefs  of  thy  Son, 
And  draw  immortal  breath. 


Psalm    XVII.     Long  Metre. 
fThefinner>s  portion  and  faint's   hope;  or,  the  hea'vtn 
of fepar  ate  fouls,  and  the  refurreftion?**, 

1  T  ORD,  I  am  thine  :  but  thou  wilt  prove 
JL*  My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love  ; 
When  men  of  fpite  againft  me  join, 

They  are  the  fword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

2  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below  ; 
'Tis  all  the  happinefs  they  know, 

'Tis  all  they  feek  ;  they  take  their  fhares, 
And  leave  the  reft  among  their  heirs. 

3.  What  fmners  value,  I  refign  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  : 
I  mall  behold  thy  blifsful  face, 
And  ftand  complete  in  righteoufnefs. 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  mow  ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go> 


44  PSALM     XVIII. 

Hath  joys  fubftantial  and  fmcere  ; 
When  mall  I  'wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

5  O  glorious  hour  !  O  bleft  abode  ! 
I  fhall  be  near,  and  like  ray  God  ! 
And  fle'fh  and  fin  no  more  controul 
The  facred  pleafures  of  my  foul. 

6  My  fiefh  mall  (lumber  in  the  ground, 
'Till  the  laft  trumpet's  joyful  found  ; 
Then  burft  the  chains  with  fweet  furprize, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rife. 


Psalm    XVIII.     ift  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Deliverance  from  defpair  ;   or,  temptations  overcome. 
I   rr^HEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  ftrength, 
A      My  rock,  my  tow'r,  my  high  defence ; 

Thy  mighty  arm  fhall  be  my  truft, 

For  I  have  found  falvation  thence. 
i  Death,  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave 

Stood  round  me  with  their  difmal  made  ; 
»    While  iloods  of  high  temptations  rofe, 

And  made  my  finking  foul  afraid.  ' 

3  I  faw  the  op'ning  gates  of  hell, 
With  endlefs  pains  and  forrows  there, 
Which  none  but  thcfe  who  feel,  can  tell. 
While  I  was  hurry'd  to  defpair. 

4  In  my  diftrefs  I  calPd  my  God, 

When  I  could  fcarce  believe  him  mine  : 
He  bovr'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint  : 
Then  did  his  grace  appear  divine. 

5  [With  fpeedherflew  to-my  relief, 
As  on  a  chenfb's  wing  he  rode  ; 
Awful  and  bright,  as  light ning,  fhone 
The  face  of  my  deltv'rer  God. 

6  Temptations  tied  at  his  rebuke, 
(The  biait.  of  his  almighty  breath  ;) 


PSALM    XV! II.  45 

He  fent  falvation  from  no  high 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death. 1 
7  Great  were  my  fears,  my  foes  were  great, 

Much  was  their  ftrength,and  more  their  rage ; 

But  Cbrij},  my  Lord,  is  Conqu'ror  ftill, 

In  all  the  wars  which  devils  wage. 
€  Myfong  for  ever  mail  record 

That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour  ; 

And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord, 

Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  pow'r. 

Psalm    XVIII.   id  Part.    Long  Metre* 
Sincerity  proved  and  rewarded. 

i   T    ORD,  thou  haft  feen  my  foul  fmcere, 
8   j  Haft  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear; 
Before  mine  eyes  I  fet  thy  laws, 
And  thou  haft  own'd  my  righteous  caufe, 

2  Since  I  have  learn'd  thy  holy  ways, 
I've  walk'd  upright  before  thy  face  ; 
Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 
}Twas  ever  with  a  broken  heart. 

3  What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft  ! 
What  wars  and  ftrugglings  in  my  breaft  t 
But  through  thy  grace  which  reigns  within* 
I  guard  againft  my  darling  fin. 

4  That  fin  which  clofe  befets  me  ftill, 
Which  works  and  ftrives  againft  my  will ; 
When  lhall  thy  Spirit's  fov'reign  pow'r 
Deftroy  it,  that  it  rife  no  more. 

5  [With  an  impartial  hand>  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward  : 
The  kind  and  faithful  foul  mall  find 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind.] 

6  The  juft  and  pure  mail  ever  fay, 

Thou  art  more  pure,  more  juit  than  theyr 


46  P  S  A  L  M    XVIII. 

And  men  who  love  revenge  mail  kno" 
God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too.] 


Psalm    XVIII.    3d  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Rejoicing  in  God  :    crija.i<vaii:i:  and  i:\ 

1  TUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
Jf     Great  Rock  of  my  fecure  abode  ; 
Who  is  a  God  befide  the  Lore:  • 

Or  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 

2  'Tishewho  girds  me  with  his  might, 
Gives  me  his  holy  fword  towieid  ; 
And  while  with  fin  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  falvation  for  my  Ihield. 

3  Ke  lives  (and  blefi'ed  be  my  Rock) 
The  God  of  my  falvation  lives  ; 
The  dark  defigns  of  hell  are  broke  ; 
Sweet  is  the  peace  my  Father  gives. 

4  Before  the  fcoffers  of  the  age 
I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name, 
Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage, 
But  meet  reproach  and  bear  the  ihame. 

5  To  Pavid  and  his  royal  feed, 
Thy  grace  for  ever  mall  extend  ; 
Thy  love  to  faints  in  Chriji  their  Head 
Kjiows  not  a  limit  nor  an  end. 


P  s  a  l  m    XVIII.    ift  Part.    Common  Metre. 
Viftory  and  triumph  ever  temporal  enemies. 

1  Tl  TE  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore, 

V  V      Now  is.  thine  ann  rcveal'd  ; 
Thou  art  our  fttength,  our  heav'nly  tcv/'r, 
Our  bulwark  and  our  ihield. 

2  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 

And  and  a  fure  defence;. 


PSALM    XVIII.  47 

His  h^ly  name  our  lips  invoke, 
And  draw  falvation  thence. 

3  When  God  our  Leader  mines  in  arms, 

What  mortal  heart  can  bear 

The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms  ? 

The  lightning  of  his  fpear  ? 

4  Ke  rides  upon  the  winged  wind, 

And  angels  in  array, 
In  millions  wait  to  know  his  mind, 
And  fwift  as  flames  obey. 

5  Ke  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 

Whole  armies  are  difmay'd  ; 
His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look, 
Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 

6  He  forms  our  gen'rals  for  the  field, 

With  all  their  dreadful  (kill ; 
Gives  them  his  awful  fword  to  wield, 
And  makes  their  hearts  of  fteel. 

7  [Ke  arms  our  captains  for  the  fight, 

Though    there  his  name's  forgot ; 
(He  girded  Cyrus  with  his  might, 
But  Cyrus  knew  him  not.) 

8  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  bled 

For  his  own  churches  fake ; 
The  pow'rs  which  give  his  people  reit, 
Shall  of  his  care  partake.] 

Psalm    XVIII.     zd  Part.   Common  Metre, 

The  conqueror's  fong, 
\  r  1  ^O  thine  almighty  arm  we  ewe 
!     The  triumphs  of  the  day  ; 
Thy  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 
And  melt  their  flrength  away. 
.2  'Tis  by  thine  aid  our  troops  prevail, 
And  bre?ik  united  pow'rs  ; 
Or  burn  their  boafted  fleets,  or  fcale 


43  PSALM    XIX, 

The  proudeft  of  their  tow'rs. 

3  How  have  we  chas'd  them  through  the  field, 

And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 
While  thy  falvation  was  our  fhield, 
But  they  no  inciter  found  ! 

4  In  vain  to  idol  faints  they  cry  ; 

They  peiifliin  their  blood  ; 
Where  is  a  rock  {o  great,  fo  high, 
Sopow'rful  as  our  God? 

5  The  Rock  of  l/r'el  ever  lives, 

His  name  be  ever  bleft ; 
'Tis  his  own  arm  the  vicYry  gives> 
And  gives  his  people  reft. 

6  On  kings  who  reign  as  David  did, 

He  pours  his  bleifings  down  ; 
Secures  their  honours  to  their  feed, 
And  well  fupports  their  crown. 


Psalm    XIX.  ift  Part.  Short  Metre, 
The  book  of  nature  and Jcripture. 
For  a  Lord's-day  morning. 
I  T>  EHOLD  the  lofty  iky 

J3  Declares  its  Maker,  God, 
And  all  the  ftarry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 

2  The  darknefs  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  courie  the  fame  ; 
While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  night, 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  ev'ry  diff'rent  land 

Their  gen'ral  voice  is  known: 
They  ihew  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4  Ye  chriftian  lands  rejoice, 

Here  he  reveals  his  word  ; 


PSA  L  M    XIX.  49 

We  are  riot  left  to  nature's  voice. 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord, 

5  His  ftatutes  and  commands, 

Are  let  before  our  eyes, 
Ke  purs  his  gofpei  in  our  hand?, 
Where  our  falvation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  juft  and  pure, 

His  truth  without  deceit ; 
His  promifes  for  ever  fure, 

And  his  rewards  are  great. 

7  [Not  honey  to  the  tafte. 

Affords  fo  much  delight, 
Nor  gold  which  has  the  furnace  pafs'd, 
So  much  allures  the  fight. 

8  While  of  thy  works  I  fing, 

Thy  glory  to  proclaim, 
Accept  the  praife,  my  God,  my  King, . 
In  my  Redeemer's  name.] 

P  s  a  l  m    XIX.     id.  Part,   Short  Metre. 

God'/    <werd    mcfi     excellent:    or,  jincerity    aid 

loatcbfulnefs. 

For  a  Lord's-day  morning. 

i   1QEKOLD  the  morning  fun 

_J3     Begins  his  glorious  way; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run. 

And  life  arrd-iight  convey. 
z  But  where  the  gofpei  comes, 

It  fpreads  diviner  light, 
It  calls  de3.d  Brmers  from  their  tombs,, 

And  gives  the  blind  their  fight, 
3  How  perfecl  is  thy  werd  1 

And  all  thy  judgments  jufl, 
For  ever  lure  thy  promife  Lord, 
And  men  fecurelv  trau, 
E      ' 


50  PSALM    XIX. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  giv'n  ! 
O  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 

But  find  the  path  to  heav'n. 
Pause. 

5  I  hear  thy  word  with  love, 

And  I  would  feign  obey  ; 
Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me,  left  I  ftray. 

6  O  who  can  ever  find 

The  errours  of  his  ways ; 
Yet  with  a  bold  prefumptuous  mind 
I  would  not  dare  tranfgrefs. 

7  Warn  me  of  ev'ry  fin, 

Forgive  my  fecret  faults, 
And  cleanfe  this  guilty  foul  of  mine, 

Whofe  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 
3  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 

I  fpread  thy  praife  abroad  ; 
Accept  the  worihip  and  the  long, 

My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

Psalm    XIX.     Long  Metre. 
The  books  of  nature  and  fcripture  compared  ;    cr,  the 

glory  andfuccefs  cfthe  go/pel. 
i  f|~^HE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 
X     In  ev'ry  ftar  thy  wifdom  mines ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 
%  The  rolling  fun,  the  changing  light, 
And  nights  and  days  thy  pow'r  confefs  ; 
But  the  bleit  volume  thou  haft  writ 
Reveals  thy  juftice  and  thy  grace. 
3  Sun,  moon,  and  liars,  convey  thy  praife 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  (land  ; 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 


PSALM    XIX.  51 

It  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on  ev'ry  land. 

4  Nor  fhall  thy  fpreading  gofpel  reft 

'Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run  ; 
'Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  bleft3 
Which  fee  the  light,  or  feel  the  fun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  righteoufnefs  arife, 

Blefs  the  dark  world  with  heav'nly  light  ; 

Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife, 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  nob! eft  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  fouls  renew'd,  and  fins  forgiv'n  : 
Lord,  cleanfemy  fins,  my  foul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heav'n. 

P  s  a  i  m    XIX.    Particular  Metre. 
'The  bock  of  nature  and  j'cripture, 

GReat  God,  the  heav'n's  well  order'd  frame 
Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name  : 
There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  mine  ; 
A  thoufand  ftarry  beauties  there, 
A  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear 
Of  boundlefs  pow'r,  and  fkill  divine. 

2  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 

Leflures  of  heav'nly  wifdom  read  ; 
With  filent  eloquence  they  raife 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife," 

And  neither  found  nor  language  need. 

3  Yet  their  divine  infractions  run 
Far  as  the  journies  of  the  fun, 

And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice  : 
The  fun  like  fome  young  bridegroom  dreft, 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eaft, 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice , 

4  Where'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  fmiles  and  fpeaks  his  Maker  Gcd; 


52  PSALM    XX. 

Ail  nature  joins  to  ihew  thy  praifc  : 
Thus  God  in  ev'ry  creature  fhines  ; 
Fair  is  the  book  of  nature's  lines ; 

But  fairer  is  thy  book  of  grace. 

P  -rf  V  S  E. 

5  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word ; 
What  light  and  joy  thefe  leaves  afford- 
To  fouls  benighted  and  diftreft  ! 

Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  fest  to  ftray, 
Thy  promife  leads  my  heart  to  reft. 

6  From  the  difcov'ries  ef  thy  law 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw  ; 

_  Thefe  are  my  ftudy  and  delight  : 
Not  honey  fo  invites  the  tafte, 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  pafs'd, 
Appears  fo  pleatfing  to  the  fight. 

7  Thy  threat'nings 'wake  my  fiumb'ring  eyss; 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies  ; 

But  'tis  thy  bJeffed  gofpeULord, 
Which  makes  my  guilty  confcience  clean, 
Converts  my  foul,  fubdues  my  fin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 
S  Who  knows  the  errours  of  his  thoughts  ? 
My  God  forgive  my  fecret  faults, 

And  from  prefumptuous  fins  reftrain  : 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 

And  book  of  nature  not  in  vain. 

P  s  a  l  m    XX.     Long  Metre. 

Prayer  and  hope  of  "jittery. 
For  a  day  of  prayer  in  time  of  war. 
I  "TV"]  OW  may  the  God  of  pow'r  and  grace 
JL%    Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  ! 
Jehovah  hears  when  IJr'el  prays, 


PSALM    XXI.  53 

And  brings  deliv'rance  from  on  high. 

2  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends 
Better  than  fhields  of  brazen  walls ; 
He  from  his  fan&uary  fends 
Succour  and  ftrength  when  Zion  calls. 

3  Well  he  remembers  all  ourfighs, 
His  love  exceeds  our  beft  deferts  : 
His  love  accepts  the  facrince 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  heart?. 

4  In  his  falvation  is  bur  hope, 
And  in  the  name  of  Ij V' 'el's  God, 

Our  troops  (hall  lift  their  banners  up, 
Our  navies  fpread  their  flags  abroad. 

5  Some  truft  in  horfes  train'd  for  war, 
And  fome  of  chariots  make  their  boafts  : 
Our  furell  expectations  are 

From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  hoits. 

6  [O  may  the  mem'ry  of  thy  name 
Infpire  our  armies  for  the  fight  1 
Our  foes  mall  fall  and  die  with  ihame, 
Or  quit  the  field  with  ihameful  flight.] 

7  Now  fave  us,  Lord,  from  flavifh  fear, 
Now  let  our  hopes  be  firm  and  ftrong, 
'Till  thy  falvation  mall  appear, 

And  joy  and  triumph  raife  the  fong. 

P  s  a  l  m    XXI.     Long  Metre. 
Chrift  exalted  tc  thsk'mgdcm. 

i  D^Pip  rejoic'd  in  (3jd  his  ftrength, 

Rais'd  to  the  throve  t>y  fpecial  grace  ; 
But  Chrift  the  Son  appears  at  length, 
Fulfils  tne  triumph  and  the  praife. 
%  How  great  is- the  Mejfiah's  joy 
In  the  falvation  of  thy  hand  ! 
Lord;  thou  haft  rais'd  his  kingdom high, 
E  z 


54  PSALM    XXII. 

And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command, 

3  Thy  goodnefs  grants  whate'er  he  will, 
Nor  doth  the  leaft  requeft  withhold  ; 
BlefFmgs  of  love  prevent  him  ftiH, 
And  crowns  of  glory,  not  of  gold. 

4  Honour  and  majefly  divine 
Around  his  facred  temples  mine, 
Bleft  with  the  favour  of  thy  face, 
And  length  of  everlafting  days. 

5  Thine  hand  fhall  find  out  all  his  foes, 
And  as  the  fiery  oven  glows 

With  raging  heat  and  living  coals, 
So  mall  thy  wrath  devour  their  fouls. 

Psalm    XXII.     \ft  Pari,     Common  Metre. 

The  fufferings  and  death  c/*Chrift. 
i   TT7HY  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook, 
V  V      Nor  will  a  fmile  afford  ? 
(Thus  David  once  in  anguifh  fpoke, 
And  thus  our  dying  Lord.) 

2  Though  'tis  my  chief  delight  to  dwell 

Among  thy  prailing  faints, 
Yet  thou  canft  hear  a  groan  as  well, 
And  pity  our  complaints. 

3  Our  fathers  truited  in  thy  name, 

And  great  deliv'rance  found  ; 
But  I'm  a  worm  defpis'd  of  men, 
And  trodden  to  the  ground, 

4  Shaking  the  head,  they  pafs  me  by, 

And  laugh  my  foul  to  fcorn  ; 
"  In  vain  he  trufrs  in  God,  they  cry- 
"  Neglected  and  forlorn." 

5  But  thou  art  he  who  form'd  my  flefh, 

By  thine  almighty  word, 
And  fince  I  hung  upon  the  breaftj 
My  hope  is  in  the  Lord, 


P  S  A  L  M    XXII.  55 

6  Why  will  my  Father  hide  his  face, 

When  foes  ftand  threatening  round,- 
In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  diftrefs, 
And  not  an  helper  found  ? 
Pa  us  e. 

7  Behold  thy  Darling  left  among 

Thz  cruel  and  the  proud, 
As  bulls  of  Bajhan>  fierce  and  ilrong, 
As  lions  roaring  loud. 

8  From  earth  and  hell,  my  forrows  meet 

To  multiply  the  fmart  ; 
They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  feet. 
And  try  to  vex  my  heart. 

9  Yet  if  thy  fov'reign  hand  let  loofe 

The  rage  of  earth  and  hell, 
Why  will  my  heav'nly  Father  bruife 

The  Son  he  loves  fo  well  ? 
io  My  God,  if  poffible  itbe, 

Withhold  this  bitter  cup  : 
But  I  refign  my  will  to  thee, 
'    And  drink  the  forrows  up. 

1 1  My  heart  dhTolves  with  pangs  unknown* 

In  groans  I  wafte  my  breath  : 
Thy  heavy  hand  hath  brought  me  down 
Low  as  the  duft  of  death. 

1 2  Father,  I  give  my  fpirit  up, 

And  truft  it  in  thy  hand ; 
My  dying  fleih  mall  reft  in  hope, 
And  rife  at  thy  command. 

Psalm    XXII.     zd  P*rt.   Common  Metre, 
ChrifV s  fujfer ingi  and  kingdom. 
"OW  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage., 
"  O  Lord,  protect  thy  Son, 
' (  Nor  leave  thy  Darling  to  engage 
M  The  pow'rsof  hell  alone.". 


56  PSALM    XXII. 

2  Thus  did  our  fuff'ring  Saviour  pray 

With  mighty  cries  and  tears  : 
God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 
And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 

3  Great  was  the  vidt'ry  of  his  death, 

His  throne's  exalted  high  : 
And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worfhip  or  fhall  die. 

4  A  numerous  offspring  rauft  rnfe 

From  his  expiring  groans  ; 
They  fhall  be  reckon'd  in  his  eyes 
For  daughters  and  for  fons. 

5  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  fhall  feer 

His  table  richly  fpread  ; 
And  all  who  feek  the  Lord  fhall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 

6  The  ifles  mall  know  the  righteoufnefs 

Of  our  incarnate  God, 
And  nations  yet  unborn  profefs 
Salvation  in  his  blood. 


Psalm    XXII.    Long  Metre, 
Ch rift's  fujferings  and  exaltation. 

i  l^TOW  let  our  mournful  fongs  record 
x\    The  dying  fbrrows  of  our  Lord  ; 
When  he  cornplain'd  in  tears  and  blood. 
As  one  forfakenof  his  God. 

z  The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  make  their  heads,  and  laugh  in  fcorn 
"  Ke  refcu'd  others  from  the  grave, 
"  Now  let  him  try  himfelf  to  fave. 

3  "  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 
"  God  was  his  Father  and  his  Friend ; 
"  If  God  the  Welled  lov'd  him  fo, 
"  Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now  ?'? 


P  S  A  L  M    XXIII.  57 

4  Barbarous  people  !  cruel  priefts  ! 

How  they  flood  round  like  favage  beafts  j, 

Like  lisns  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  pow'r. 

3  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
'Till  ftreams  of  blood  each  other  meet  ; 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divide. 
And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  dy}d» 

6  But  God,  his  Father  heard  his  cry  ; 

Rais'd  from  the  dead,  he  reigns  on  Iwh  ;  , 
The  nations  learn  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  humble  dinners  taite  his  grace. 

P  sa  l  m    XXIII.    Long  Metre. 
God  our  Shepherd. 

i   ^  /TY  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord  : 

iVA.  Now  mail  my  wants  be  well  fupply'd  % 
His  providence  and  holy  word 
Become  my  fafety  and  my  guide. 

2  In  paftures  where  falvation  grows, 

He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  reft.  ; 
There  living  water  gently  flows, 
And  all  the  food  divinely  blefti 

3  My  wand'ring  feet  his  ways  miftake  ; 
But  he  redores  my  foul  to  peace, 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  the  fair  paths  of  righteoufnefs. 

4  Though  I  walk  through  the  gloomy  vale* 
Where  death  and  ail  its  terrors  are, 

My  heart  and  hope  mall  never  fail, 
For  God  my  Shepherd's  with  me  there* 

5  Amidlt  the  darknefs  and  the  deeps, 
Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  ilay  ; 
Thy  ftafF  fupports  my  feeble  fteps5 
Thy  rod  directs  my  doubtful  way. 


58  PSALM    XXIII. 

6  The  Tons  of  earth,  and  fons  of  hell, 
Gaze  at  thy  goodnefs,  and  repine 
To  fee  my  table  fpread  fo  well, 
With  living  bread,  and  cheerful  wine* 

7  (How  I  rejoice,  when  on  my  head 
Thy  Spirit  condefcends  to  reft  ! 

Tis  a  divine  anointing  fned, 
Like  oil  ,of  glad nefs  at  a  feaft. 

8  Surely  the  mercier  of  the  Lord 
Attend  his  honihold  all  their  days  : 
There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 
To  feek  his  face,  and  fmghis  praife.] 

P  $ji  x  m    XXIII.     Common  Metre. 

1  1\  /l  Y.  Shepherd  will  fupply  my  need, 
•  _IV_I.  Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 

In  paftures  frefh  he  makes  me  feed, 
Eefide  the  living  ftream. 

2  He  brings  my  wand'ring  fpirit  back, 

When  I  forfake  his  ways. 
And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When  I  walkthrough  the  fnades  of  death, 

Thy  prefence  is  ray  ftay  : 
A  word  of  thy  fupporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away." 

4  Thy  hand  in  fpite  of  all  my  foes, 

Doth  ftili  my  table  fpread  ; 

My  cup  with  bieihngs  overflows, 

Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

5  The  fare  provifions  of  my  God 

Attend  me  all  my  days.; 
O  may  thy  houfe  be  mine  abode, 
And  all  my  work  be  praife  1 

6  There  would  I  find  a  fettled  reft, 

(While  others  go  and  come) 


PSALM     XXIII,  XXIV,  59 

T^o  more  a  ftranger  or  a  gueft, 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 


P  3  a  i  m    XXIII.     Short  Metre., 
i  r-pHE  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 

1     I  (hall  be  well  f  upply'd  : 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  befide  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heav'nly  pafture  grows, 
Where  Irving  waters  gently  pafs, 
And  full  falvation  Mows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  aftray, 

He  doth  my  foul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  moft  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 
Tho'  I  mould  walk  thro*  death's  dark  fhade> 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  In  fpite  of  ail  my  foes, 

Thou  dofi:  my  table  fpread  ; 
My  cup  with  bleffmgs  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  foll'wing  days ; 
Nor  from  thy  houfe  will  1  remove, 
Nor  ceafe  to  fpeak  thy  praife. 

T  s  a  l  m    XXIV.  Common  Metre. 
Dwelling  <with  God. 
i  r  |    HE  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's, 
JL     With  AdamH  num'rous  race  : 
He  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  floods. 
And  built  it  on  the  feas. 


6o  PSA  L  M    XXIV. 

2  But  who  .     '     -  th<  en 

ode? 
He  who  has  hands  from  mifchief  dean, 
.  ..    irt;k  4ghi  with  God. 
5  This  is  the  man  may  rife  and  t;kfc 
i  he  blelTi-  gs  of  his  grace  : 
This  is  the  lot  of  thoie  who  feek 
The  God  of  jaccl's  face. 

4  Now  let  our  foul's  immortal  po-.v'n. 

To  ireet  the  Lord  prepare, 
Lift  up  their  everlafting  doers, 
The  King  of  glory's  near. 

5  The  King  of  glory,  who  can  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  might  ? 
He  rules  the  nations  ;  but  to  dwell 
With  faints  is  his  delight. 


?  s  a  l  M    XXIV.     Long  Metre. 
Saints  dived  in  heaven  ;  or,  Christ's  ojcenjitn. 

THIS  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 
And  men,  and  worms,  and  beafts,  and 
"He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  feas,        [birds; 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling-place. 
But  there's  a  brighter  place  on  high, 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  Iky  : 
Who  fhali  afcend  that  Heft  abode, 
And  dwell  io  near  his  Maker  God  ? 
He  who  abhors  and  fears  to  fin, 
Whole  heart  is  pure,  wbofe  hands  are  clean^ 
Him  fhall  the  Lord  the  Saviour  blefs, 
And  clothe  his  foul  with  righteoufnefs. 
Thefe  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
Who  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face  ; 
Thefe  ftiall  enjoy  the  blifsful  fight, 
And  dwell  in  everlafting  light. 

P  A    U  3  E. 


P  S  A  L  M    XXV.  6r 

Rejoice,  ye  filming  worlds  on  high, 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  nigh ; 
Who  can  this  King  of  glory  be  ? 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour's  he. 
Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  difplay 
To  make  the  Lord  our  Saviour  way  > 
Laden  with  fpoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  Conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 

Rais'd  from  the  dead,  he  -goes  before, 
He  opens  heav'n's  eternal  door, 
To  give  his  faints  a  bleft  abode 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 


Psalm    XXV.  ift  Part.  Short  Metre. 

Waiting  for  pardon  and  direction. 
i   T  LIFT  my  foul  to  God, 

X  My  truft  is  in  his  name ; 
Let  not  my  foes  who  feek  my  blood, 

Still  triumph  in  my  lhame. 
c  Sin,  and  the  pow'rs  of  hell, 

Perfuade  me  to  defpair : 
Lord,  make  me  know  thy  cov'nant  well, 

That  I  may  'fcape  the  fnare. 

3  From  the  f,:'x.  dawning  light, 

'Till  the  dark  ev'ning  rife, 
For  thy  falvation,  Lord,  I  wait 
With  ever  longing  eyes. 

4  Remember  all  thy  grace, 

And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  ; 
Forgive  the  fins  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of -my  youth. 

5  The  Lord  is  juft  and  kind, 

The  meek  mail  learn  his  ways, 
And  ev*ry  humble  finner  find 
The  methods  of  his  grace, 
-F 


62  PSALM    XXV. 

6  For  his  own  goodnefs  fake 

He  faves  my  foul  from  ihame  ; 

He  pardons  (though  my  guilt  be  great) 
Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 

■■  I  JIM    1 

Psalm    XXV.    2d  Part.    Short  Metre. 
Divine   rnjhuttion. 

1  TT/HERE  fhall  the  man  be  found 

V  V      Who  fears  t'  offend  his  God, 
Who  loves  the  gofpel's  joyful  found, 
And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 

2  The  Lord  (hall  make  him  know 

The  fecrets  of  his  heart, 

The  wonders  of  his  cov'nant  fnow, 

And  all  his  love  impart. 

3  The  dealings  of  hi-s  hand 

Are  truth  and  mercy  frill, 
With  fuch  as  to  his  cov'nant  ftand, 
And  love  to  do  his  will. 

4  Their  fouis  fhall  dwell  at  eafe, 

Before  their  Maker's  face  ; 
Their  feed  mall  tafte  the  promifes 
In  their  extenfive  grace. 


Psalm    XXV.     3^  Part.     Short  Metre, 
Dijirefs  cffoid  ;  crt  backfliding  and  deftrtion, 
1    ~A  /¥  INE  eyes  and  my  defire 
j^Vl   Are  ever  to  the  Lord  ; 

1  love  to  plead  his  promifes, 

And  reft  upon  his  word. 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  foul, 

Bring  thy  falvation  near  ; 

When  will  thy  hand  releafemy  feet 

Out  of  the  deadly  fnare  ? 


P  S  A  L  M    XXVI.  63 

3  When  mail  the  fov'reign  grace 

Of  my  forgiving  God 
Reftore  me  from  thofe  dang'rous  ways 
My  wand'ring  feet  have  trod  ' 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 

Doth  but  enlarge  my  woe  ; 
My  fpirit  languishes,  my  heart 
Is  defolate  and  low. 

5  With  ev'ry  morning  light 

My  farrow  new  begins  ; 
Look  on  my  anguiih  and  my  pain, 
And  pardon  all  my  iins. 
Pause. 

6  Behold  the  hofts  of  hell, 

How  cruel  is  their  hate  ! 

Againftmy  life  they  rife,  and  join 

Their  fury  with  deceit. 

7  Okeepmy  foul  from  death, 

Nor  put  my  hope  to  fhame, 
Fori  have  plac'd  my  only  truft 

In  my  Redeemer's  name* 
$  With  humble  faith  I  wait 

To  fee  thy  face  again  ; 
Of  I/r'el  it  mall  ne'er  be  faid, 

He  fought  the  Lord  in  vain. 


Psalm    XXVI.     Long  Metre. 
Self-examination ;  or,  evidences  of  grace. 

1  "JUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways* 
J    And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart  j 
My  faith  upon  thy  promife  itays, 

Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart, 

2  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  fit 
With  men  of  vanity  and  lies : 


64  PSALM    XXVII. 

The  fcoffer  and  the  hypocrite 
Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes. 

3  Among-  thy  faints  will  I  appear 

With  hands  well  wafh'd  in  innocence  ; 
But  when  I  ftand  before  thy  bar, 
The  blood  oiChriJi  is  my  defence. 

4  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honours  dwell  ; 
There  mall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 

5  Let  not  my  foul  be  join'd  at  laft 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 
Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  paft 
Among  the  faints,  and  near  my  God. 

?§alm   XXVII.  if}  Part.   Common  Metre* 

The  church  is  cur  delight  andfafety. 
J  'TP  HE,  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 
X     And  my  falvation  too ; 
God  is  my  ilrength  ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  defires ; 

O  grant  me  an  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  faints, 
The  temples  of  my  God  ! 

3  There  {hall  I  offer  my  requeuS, 

And  fee  thy  beauty  (till ; 
Shall  hear  thy  meiiages  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rife,  and  ftorms  appear, 

There  may  his  children  hide  ; 
God  has  a  ftrong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  foul  abide. 

5  Now  fhall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foe-s  around, 


PSALM    XXVII,  XXIX.         65 

And  fongs  of  joy  and  vi&ory 
Within  thy  temple  found. 

ii«BBWi 

Psalm  XXVII.    2d  Part.   Common  Metre. 
Prayer  and  hope. 

1  QOON  as  I  heard  my  Father  fay, 
O  "  Ye  children  feek  my  grace," 
My  heart  reply'd  without  delay, 

"  I'll  feek  my  Father's  face." 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  foul  away  ; 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee 
In  a  diftreffing  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear. 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  would  make  my  life  his-  care  ; 
And  all  my  need  fupply. 

4  My  fainting  flem  had  dy'd  with  grief 

Had  not  myfoulbeliev'd, 

To  fee  thy  grace  provide  relief, 

Ncrwas  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  faints, 
-    And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 

He'll  raife  your  fpirit  when  it  faints, 
And-  far'  exceed  your  hope. 

P  $  a  l  m     XXIX.     Long  Metre. 
Storm  and  thunder. 
1   /~^  IVE  to  the  Lord,  ft  fons  of  fame, 
\JT  Give  to  the  Lord,  renown  and  pow'r, 
Afcribe  due  honours  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 
?  The  Lord  proclaims  his  pow'r  aloud, 
Over  the  ocean  and  the  land  ; 
His  voice  divides  the  wat'ry  cloud, 
And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command. 
F  2 


66  PSALM    XXX. 

3  He  fpeaks,  and  tempeft,  hail  and  wind, 
Lay  the  wide  foreft  bare  around  ; 
The  fearful  hart  and  frighted  hind, 
Leap  at  the  terrour  of  the  found. 

4  "To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice, 
And  lo,  the  {lately  codars  break  ; 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noife> 
The  vallies.roar,  the  deferts  quake. 

5  The  Lord' fits  Sov'reign  on  the  flood, 
The  Thund'rer  reigns  for  ever  King  : 
And  makes  the  church  his  bleft  abode,. 
Where  we  his.  awful  glories  Ting. 

6  In  gentler  language  there  the  Lord 
The  counfels  of  his  grace  imparts  : 
Amid  the  raging  ftorm,  his  word 
Speaks,  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 

P  s  js-l  ml    XXX.    \Jt  Paru     Long  Metf*. 

Sickncfs  healed,  and  forrcnv  removed. 
I   T  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high, 
X  At  thy  command  difeafes  fly  ; 
Who  but  a  God  canfpeakand  fave 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 

z  Sing  to.  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his, 
And  tell  how  large  his  goodnefs  is  ; 
Let  all  your  pow'rs  rejoice  and  blefs, 
While  you  record  his  holinefs. 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  flays ; 
flis  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  ; 
Tho'  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  Mcrning-Starreftores  the  joy. 

Psalm    XXX.     id  Part.     Long  Metre. 
He  ah  h ,  Jickncfs  and  recovery . 
I   T7*IRM  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright, 
JJ  And  Iprefum'd  'twould  ne'er  be  nig^t : 


PSALM    XXXI.  67 

Fondly  I  faid  within  my  heart, 

"  Pleafure  and  peace  fhall  ne'er  depart." 

2  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  ftrong, 
Which  made  my  mountain  ftand  folong  : 
Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  dy'd. 

3  I  cry'd  aloud  to  thee  my  God  ! 

"  What  canft  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ? 

"  Deep  in  the  duft  can  I  declare 

"  Thy  truth,  or  fing  thy  goodnefs  there  ? 

4  "  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace  !   I  faid, 

'*  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead  :" 
Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pard'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  woe, 
Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praifes  now  ; 

.  I  throw  rny  fackcloth  on  the  ground, 

And  eafe  and  gladnefs  gird  me  round. 
C  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  filent  of  thy  name  ; 
Thy  praife  fhall  found  thro' earth  and  heav'n, 
For  licknefs  heal'd,  and  fins  forgiv'n. 


Psalm    XXXI.    ift  Part.    Common  Metre, 
Deliverance  from  death. 

1  TNTO  thine  hand,  O  GodVf  truth, 
I      My  lpirit  I  commit ; 

Thou  haft  redeemed  my  foul  from  death. 
And  fav'd  me  from  the  pit. 

2  The  paflions  of  my  hope  and  fear, 

Maintain'd  a  double  ftrife, 
While  forrow,  pain,  and  lin  confpir'd 
To  take  away  my  life. 

3  "  My  time  is  in  thy  hand,"  I  cryM, 

**  Though  I  draw  near  the  duft  :** 


6.8  PSALM    XXXI. 

Thou  art  the  refuge  where  I  hide, 
The  God  in  whom  I  truft. 

4  O  make  thy  reconciled  face 

Upon  thy  fervant  mine, 
And  fave  me  for  thy  mercy's  fake, 
For  I'm  intirely  thine. 
Pause. 

5  [Twas  in  my  hafte  my  fpirit  faid, 

"  I  mull  defpair  and  die, 
"  I  am  cut  off  before  thine  eyes  ;'* 
But  thou  haft  heard  my  cry.] 

6  Thy  goodnefs,  how  divinely  free  I 

HowwondVousis  thy  grace, 
To  thofe  who  fear  thy  majefty, 
And  truft  thy  promifes ! 

7  O  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  faints, 

And  fing  his  praifes  loud  ; 
He'll  lend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 
And  recompence  the  proud. 

Psalm    XXXI.    zd  Part.    Common  Metr 

Deliverance  from  Jlander  and  reproach. 
\   1%  M  Y  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
iVJ.  My  God,  my  help,  my  truft ; 
Thou  haft  preferv'd  my  face  from  fhame, 
Mine  honour  from  the  dufr. 

2  "  My  life  is  fpent  with  grief,  I  cry'd, 

"  My  years  confum'd  in  groans, 
**  My  ftrength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  ary'd- 
"  And  forrow  waites  my  bones." 

3  Among  mine  enemies,  my  name 

Was  a  mere  proverb  grown, 
While  to  my  neighbours  I  became 
Forgotten  and  unknown, 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  fide 

Seiz'd  and  befet  me  round 


XXXII.  69 

1  to  the  throne  of  grace  applyM, 

And  fpeedy  refcue  found. 

P  A  U  S   E. 

5  How  great  deliv'rance  thou  hafl  wrought 

Before  the  fons  of  men  ! 
The  lying  lips  to  filence  brought, 
And  made  their  boafting  vain  1 

6  Thy  children,  from  theftrife  of  to»gues, 

Shall  thy  paviliion  hide, 
Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs* 
And  crufh  the  fons  of  pride. 

7  Within  thy  fecret  prefence,  Lord, 

Let  me  for  ever  dwell ; 
No  fenced  city,  wall'd  and  barr'd, 
Secures  a  faint  fo  well.* 

a 

Psalm    XXXII.     Short  Metre. 
Fm'gvvenefs  ofjins  upon  confejjion. 
i   S~\  BLESSED  fouls  are  they 

\^J  Whofe  fins  are  cover'd  o'er  ! 
Divinely  bleft,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  pall, 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care  ; 
Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  fmcere. 

3  While  I  conceal'dmy  guilt* 

I  felt  a  fefl'ring  wound, 
'Till  I  confefs'd  my  fins  to  thee,. 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  fmners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  faints  keep  near  the  throne  ; 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  diftrefs 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 


70  PSALM    XXXII. 

Psalm    XXXII.     Common  Metre. 
Free  garden  andfincere  obedience ;  or,  confejjion  and 

forgi-venefis. 
i  TTAPPY  the  man  to  whom  his  God 
XJl  No  more  imputes- his  fin, 
ButwauYdin  theRedeemer's  blood, 
Hath  made  his  garments  clean  '. 

2  Happy  beyond  exprelTion,  he 

Whofe  debts  are  thus  difcharg'd  -s 
And  from  the  guilty  bondage  free, 
He  feels  his  foul  enlarged. 

3  His  fpirit  hates  deceit  and  lies, 

His  words  are  all  fmcere ; 
He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes, 
To  keep  his  .confeience  clear, 

4  While  I  my  inward  guilt  fupprefl, 

No  quiet  coul  *  I  rind  j 
Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  breanv 
And  wrack'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

5  Then  I  confefs'd  my  troubled  thoughts, 

My  fecret  fins  reveal'd  ; 
Thy  pardoning  grace  forgave  my  faults*. 
Thy  love  my  pardon  feal'd. 

6  This  mall'  invite  thy  faints  to  pray, 

When  like  a  raging  flood, 
Temptations  rife,  our  ftrength  a idftay 
Is  a  forgiving  God. 

Psalm    XXXIL    \ft  Part,     Long  Metre. 

Repentance  and  free  pardon  ;  or,  j unification  and 
falsification. 

i   "O  LEST  is  the  man,  forever  bleft, 

JLJ   Whofe  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God, 
Whofe  fms  with  forrow  are  confefs'd,. 
And  cover'd  wijh  a  Saviour's  blood. 


hALM    XXXII,  XXXIII.      ;z 

2  Bleft  is  the  man  to- whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  not  his  iniquities ; 
Hepleads  no  merit  of  reward, 
And  not  on  works,  but  grace  relies. 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free  $ 
His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 

With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  fmcere. 

4  How  glorious  is  that  righteoufnefs 
Which  hides  and  cancels  all  his  fins  ! 
While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 
Thro'  his  whole  life  appears  and  fhines. 

Psalm     XXXII.    id  Part.    Long  Metre. 
A  guilty  confcience  eafed  by  confejjion  and pardon. 
I    T II  7  HILE  I  keep  filence  and  conceal 
V  V     My .  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 
What  torment  doth  my  confcience  ful  ! 
What  agonies  of  inward  fmart  ! 

i  Ifpread  my  fins  before  the  Lord, 
And  all  myfecret  faults  confefs  ; 
Thy  gofpel  fpeaks  a  pard'ning  word. 
Thy  Holy  Spirit  feals  the  grace. 

3  For  this  fhall  ev'ry  humble  foul, 
Makefwift  addrefles  to  thy  feat : 
When  floods  of  huge  temptations  roll, 
There  fhall  they  find  a  bleft  retreat. 

4  How  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 
When  days  grow  dark  and  ftorms  appear ; 
And  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 

Shall  guide  me  fafe  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

JP  sjl  l  m   XXXIII.   \ft  Part.   Common  Metre, 

Works  of  creation  andpro-vidence. 
I   T^  EJOICE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord^ 
J\  This  work  belongs  to  you  : 


72  PSALM    XXXIII. 

Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  hi*  word, 
How  holy,  juft  and  true  ! 
•  2  His  mere;*  and  his  righteoufnefs, 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim  ; 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wond'rous  name. 
5  Hiswifdom  and  almighty  word 
The  heav'nly  arches  fpread; 
And  by  the  Spirit  9f  the  Lord 
Their  fliining  hofts  were  made. 
4-  He  bade  the  liquid  waters  flow 
To  their  appointed  deep  ; 
The  flowing  feas  their  limits  know, 
And  their  own  ftation  keep. 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  fpacious  earth, 

^  With  fear  before  him  ftand  : 
He  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
And  refts  on  his  command. 

6  He  fcorns  the  angry  nation's  rage, 

And  breaks  their  vain  defigns  ; 
His  counfel  ftands  through  ev'ry  age, 
And  in  full  glory  mines. 

Psalm  XXXIII.   id  Part.   Common  Metre, 
Creatures  «ww»,  and  God  all-fufficient. 

1  TiLEST  is  tne  nation  where  the  Lord 
X3  Hath  fix'd  his  gracious  throne  ; 
Where  he  reveals  his  heav'nly  word, 

And  calls  their  tribes  his  own. 

2  His  eye,  with  incite  furvey, 

Does  the  whole  world  behold  ; 
He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  clay, 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 

3  Kings  are  not  refcu'd  by  the  force 

Of  armies  from  the  grave  j 


PSAL  M    XXXIII.  73 

Nor  fpeed  nor  courage  of  an  horfe 
Can  the  bold  rider  fave. 
4  Vain  is  the  ftrength  of  beads  or  men, 
To  hope  for  fafety  thence  ; 
But  holy  fouls  from  God  obtain 
A  firong  and  fure  defence. 

5  God  is  their  fear,  and  God  their  tnifr., 

When  plagues  or  famine  fpread  ; 
His  watchful  eye  fecures  the  juft, 
Among  tenthoufand  dead. 

6  Lotd,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 

And  blefs  us  from  thy  throne  ; 
For  we  have  made  thy  word  our  choice. 
And  truft  thy  grace  alone, 

P  J?  a  lm  XXXIII.  iflParU  Particular  Metre- 

Works  of  creation  and  providence. 

1  T^E  holy  fouls,  in  God  rejoice, 

X  Your  Maker's  praife  becomes  your  voice, 
Great  is  your  theme,  your  fongs  be  new ; 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  ways, 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace, 
How  wife  and  holy,  juft  and  true  ! 

2  JvJtice  and  truth  he  ever  loves, 

And  the  whole  earth  his  goodnefs  proves, 
His  word  the  heav'nly  arches  fpread  ; 

How  wide  they  mine  from  north  to  fouth? 

And  by  the  fpiritofhis  mouth 
Were  all  the  ftarry  armies  made. 

3  He  gathers  the  wide  flowing  feas, 
Thofe  wat'ry  treafures  know  their  place 

In  the  vail  ftorehoufe  of  the  deep  : 
He  fpake,  and  gave  all  nature  birth, 
And  fires,  and  feas,  and  heav'n  and  earth-. 

His  everJaftmg  orders  keep. 
G 


74  P  S  A  L  M    XXXIII. 

4  Let  mortals  tremble  and  adore 
A  God  of  iuch  reliillefs  pow'r, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage  ; 
Vain  are  your  thoughts,  and  weak  your  hands* 
.But  his  eternal  counfel  ftands, 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 


P  s  a  i.  m  XXXIII.  zd  Part.  Particular  Metre. 

Creatures  wain,  and  God   all-fuffcient. 

i    f~\  HAPPY  nation,  where  the  Lord 
\^_)  Reveals  the  rreafures  of  his  word, 

And  builds  his  church,  his  earthly  tnrone  ! 
His  eye  the  Heathen  world  furveys, 
He  form'd  their  hearts,  he  knows  their  ways, 

But  God  their  Maker  is  unknown. 
2  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  hoft, 

And  of  his  ftrength  the  champion  boaft  ; 

In  vain  they  boaft,  in  vain  rely  ; 
In  vain  we  truft  the  brutal  force, 
Or  fpeed,  or  courage  of  an  horfe, 

To  guard  his  rider,  or  to  fly. 
*;   The  eye  of  thy  compaflion,  Lord, 
Doth  more  fecure  defence  afford, 

When  death,  or  dangers  threatening  ftand  : 
Thy  watchful  eye  preserves  the  juit, 
Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  truft, 

When  wars  or  famine  wafte  the  land. 
4  In  ficknefs  or  the  bloody  field, 

Thou  our  phyfici'an,  thou  our  fhield, 

Send  us  falvation  from  thy  throne  ; 
We  wait  to  fee  thy  good nefs  mine  ; 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 

Feral!  our  hope  is  God  rlone. 


PSAL  M    XXXIV.  7$ 

Psalm    XXXIV.     \ft  Part.     Long  Metre. 
God's  care  cf  the  faints  ;  or,  deliverance  by  prayer* 
ORD  I.  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days, 
j  Thy  pralfe  fliall  dwell u^on  my  tongue  ; 
My  foul  fhall  glory  in  thy  grace:,- 
While  faints  rejoice  to  hear  the  fong-. 

2  Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  rce, 
Come  let  us  all  exalt  his  name  ; 

I  fought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  notexpos'd  my  hope  to  {name. 

3  I  told  him  allmy-fecfet  grief. 

My  fecret  groaning  reach/d  his  ears; 
He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 
And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 
Their  faces  feel  the  heavmly  thine  ; 
A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  ikies 
Fills,  them  with  light  and  joy  divine.. 

5  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Around  the  men  who  ferve  the  Lord  f 
O  fear  and  love  him,  all  ye  faints, 
Tafte  of  his  grace,  and  trull  his  word. 

6  The  wild  young  lions  pincn'd  with  pain 
And  hunger,  roar  through  all  the  wood? 
But  none  mail  feek  the  Lord  in  vain, 

IN  or  want  f applies  of  real 


gooc 


Psalm    XXXIV.     2it  Part.    Long  Metre. 
Religious  education  ;    or,  infractions  of  piety. 

I  /CHILDREN in  years  and  knowledge  young, 
\^_j  Your  parents  hope,  your  parents  joy, 
Attend  ttie  cc-unfels  of  my  tongue, 
Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 

a  If  yen  deilre  a  length  of  days, 
hmx  peace  to  crown  your  mortal ftate* 


76  P  S  A  L  M     XXXIV. 

Reftrain  your  feet  from  finful  wajes, 
Your  lips  from  flanderar.d  deceit. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  faints, 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries ; 
He  fetshis  frowning  face  againft 
The  fons  of  violence  and  lies, 

4  To  humble  fouls  and  broken  hearts, 
God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh  ; 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts, 
When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 

5  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans* 
His  Son  redeems  their  fouls  from  death  ; 
His  Spirit  he.;!s  their  broken  bones, 

They  in  his  praife  employ  their  breathe 


P  s  a  l  m  XXXIV.    \fi  Part.  Common  Metre** 
Prayer  and  praife  for  eminent  deliverance v 

1  T'LL  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day ; 

1    Mow  good  are  all  his  ways  I 
Ye  humble  fouls  who  ufe  to  pray, 
Come,  help  my  lips  to  praife. 

2  Sing  to  the  honour  of  his  name, 

How  a  poor  fmner  cry'd, 
Nor  was  his  hope  expos'd  to  fhame, 
Nor  was  his  fuit  deny?d. 

3  When  threatening  forrows  round  me  flood. 

And  endlefs  fears  aro4e, 
Like  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood, 
Redoubling  ail  my  woes. 

4  I  told  the  Lord  my  fore  diftrefs, 

With  heavy  groans  and  tears  ? 
Hegavemy  fharpeft  tormem.s  safe. 
And  filene'd  all  my  fears, 

P  A  U   1  .?.. 


P  Sf  A  L  M    XXXIV.  77, 

j  [O  fmners,  come  and  tafte  his  love* 
Come  learn  his  pleafant  ways, 
And  let  your  own.  experience  prove 
The  fweetnefs  of  his  grace. 

6  He  bids  his  angels  pitch  their  tents< 

Round  whsre  his  children  dwell  ; 
What  ills  their  heaY'nly  care-prevents,. 
No  earthly  tongue  can  tell.] 

7  [  O  love  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his  ; 

His  eye  regards  the  juft  ; 
How  richly  bleft  their  portion  is 

Who  make  the  Lord  their  truft ! 
§  Young  lions  pinchM  with  hunger,  roar/ 

And  familh  in  the  wood  ; 
But  God  fupplies  his  holy  poor, 

With  ev'ry  needful  good.] 

Psalm    XXXIV..    2d  Part,,     Com.  Metre. 

Exhortations  tope-ace  and  holinefs. 
i   /^OME,   children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord, 
\^j  And  that  your  days  be  long, 
Let  not  a  falfe  or  fpiteful  word 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue, 
z  Depart  from  mifchief,  practice  love, 
Purfue  the  works  of  peace  : 
So  mall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve, 
And  fet  your  fouls  at  eafe. 
3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  juft, 
His  ears  attend  their  cry  : 
WThen  broken  fpirits  dwell:  in  duff; 
The  God  of  ^race  is  nigh. 

4.  What  though  the  forrows  here  they  tafite 
Are  {harp  and  tedious  too  ? 
The  Lord  who  favss  them  all  at  laft, 
Is  their  Supporter  now-, 
G  z 


78  P  S  A  L  Ivl    XXKV. 

5  Evil  fhall  fmite  the  wicked  dead  r 

But  God  fe cures,  his  own  : 
Prevents  the  mifchief  when  they  Hide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6  When  defolation,  like  a  flood 

O'er  the  proud  Tinner  rolls, 

Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 

For  he  redeem *d  their  fouls. 


P  sal  m     XXXV.       ift  Part.     Com.  Metre. 
Prayer  and  faith  of  perfccitted  faints  :    or,  impreca- 
tions mixed  with  charity. 
i   "IVJ OW  plead  my  caufe,  almighty  God 
X\    With  ail  the  ions  of  ftrife ; 
And  fight  againft  the  men  of  blood, 
Who  fight  againft  mv  life. 

2  Draw  out  thy  fpear,  and  ftop  their  way, 

Lift  thine  avenging  rod  ; 
But  to  my  foul  in  mercy  fay, 
<f  I  am  thy  Saviour  God." 

3  They  plant  their  fnares  ta  catch  my  feet, 

And  nets  of  mifchief  fpread  : 
Plunge  the  deftroyers  in  the  pit 
Which  their  own  hands  have  made. 

4  Let  fogs  and  darknefs  hide  their  way, 

And  fiipp'ry  be  their  ground  ; 
Thy  wrath  fhall  make  their  lives  a  prey, 
And  all  their  rage  confound. 

5  They  fly  like  chaff  before  the  wind, 

Before  thine  angry  breath  ; 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  behind, 
Purfues  them  down  to  death. 

6  They  love  the  road  that  leads  to  hell ; 

Then  let  the  rebels  die, 
Whofe  malice  is  implacable 
Againft  the  Lord  on  high. 


P  S  A  L  M    XXXV. 

7  But  if  thou  haft  a  chofen  few 

Among  that  impious  race, 
Divide  them  from  the  bloody  crew, 
By  thy  furprifing  grace. 

8  The  a  will  I  raife  my  tuneful  voice 

To  make  thy  wonders  known  ! 
In  their  falvation  I'll  rejoice, 
And  blefs  thee  for  my  own. 


Psalm     XXXV.  zd  Part.    Common  Metre. 
Love  to  enemies ;    or,  the  love  of  Chriil  to  firmer- 

typifed  in  David. 
i   T>EHOLD  the  love,  the  gen'rouslove 
J3  Which  holy  David  mows  ; 
Hark,  how  his  founding  bowels  move 
To  his  affiided  foes ! 

2  When  they  are  fick,  his  foul  complainsy 

And  feems  to  feel  the  fmart ; 
The  fpirit  of  the  gofpel  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole, 

As  for  a  brother  dead  ! 
And  fading  mortify'd  his  foul, 
While  for  their  life  he  pray'd. 

4  They  groan'd  and  curs'd  him  on  their  bed. 

Yet  fall  he  pleads  and  mourns ; 
And  double  blefiings  on  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returns.    \ 

5  O  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace  ! 

Thus  Chrift  the  Lord  appears  ; 
While  iinners  curfe,  the  Saviour  prays. 
And  pities  *hem  with  tears. 
-6  He,  the  true  David,  If  el's  King, 
Bleft  and  belov'd  of  God, 
To  fave  us  rebels  dead  in  fin, 
raid  his  own  dtareft  blood. 


So  P  S  A  L  M    XXXVI. 

Psalm    XXXVI.    Long.  Metre. 
¥  he  perfections  and  providence  of  God  :  or,  general- 

providence  and fpecial  grace. 
i   TTIGK  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God, 
A~l  Thy  gcodnefs  in  full  glory  fhin.es  ; 
Thy  truth  fliall  break  thro'  ev'ry  cloud 
That  veiLs  and  darkens  thy  defigns, 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  juftice  ftands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  ;.. 
Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thine  hands ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  man  and  heart  thy  bounty  mare,. 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  faints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

4  My  God  !  how  excellent  thy  grace, 
Whence  all. our  hope  and  comfort fprings ;: 
The  fons  of  Adam  in  diftrefs, 

Fly  to  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings. 

5  From  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe 
We  fnall  be  fed  with  fweet  repaft ; 
There  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 
And  brings  falvation  to  our  taftes. 

6  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  prefence  of  my  Lord;. 
And  in  thy  light  our  fouls  mall  fee 
The  glories  promis'd  in  thy  word. 


P  $  a  l  m    XXX  VI.     Common  Metre. 
P radical  atheifm  expofcd :  or,  the  being  and  attri- 
butes of  God  affe;  -ted. 

*   "^  "\  7**TTjF-  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways; 
V  V     And  yet  a  God  they  own, 
My  heart  within  me  often  fays, 

4<  Their  thought?  believe  there's  none." 


PSAL  M     XXXVI.  |f 

2  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  orrce  declare 

(Whate'er  their  lips  profefs) 
God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 
Nor  will  they  feek  his  grace. 

3  What  ilrange  felf-rlan'ry  blinds  their  eyest 

But  there's  a  hafl'ninghour, 
When  they  ihall  fee  with  fore  furprife* 
The  terrours  of  thy  pow'r. 

4  Thy  juflice  fhall  maintain  its  throne, 

Though  mountains  melt  away  ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep  unfathcm'd  fea. 

5  Above  thefe  heav'ns'  created  rounds, 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend  ; 
Thy  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounps 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 

6  Safety  to  man  thy  goodnefs  brings, 

Nor  overlooks  the  beaft  ; 
Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings-, 
Thy  children  choofe  to  reft. 

7  [From  thee  when  creature  ftreams  run  lows, 

And  mortal  Comforts  die. 
Perpetual  fprings  of  life  mall  flow, 
And  raife  our  pleaiures  high. 

8  'Though  all  created  light  decay, 

And  death  clofe  up  our  eyes, 

Thy  prefence  makes  eternal  dav, 

Where  cipuds  can  never  rife.'] 

P  sal  m    XXXVI.     Short  Metre. 

?7v  ~ailckednefs  of. man,  and  themaiefty  of  God  :  on 
pra&ical  atveif?n  extoled. 

I   "^TTTHEN  man  grows  bold  in  fin, 
V  V     My  heart  within  me  cries, 


82  PSALM    XXXVIL. 

'•'  He  hath  no  faith  of God  within, 
"  Nor  fear  before  his  eyes." 

2  [He  walks  a  while  conceal'd, 

In  a  felf-flatt'ring  drearn, 
'Till  his  dark  crimes  at  once  reveal'd^ 
Expo fe  his  hateful  name.] 

3  His  heart  is  falfe  and  foul, 

His  wards  are  fmooth  and  fair; 
Wifdom  is  banim'u  from  his  foul.,. 
And  leaves  no  goodnefs  there 

4  He  plots  upon  his  bed 

New  mifebiefs  to  Fulfil : 
He  fits  his  heart,  hishands,  and  head. 
To  pradife  all  that's  ill. 

5  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 

Though  men  renounce  his  fear  ^ 
His  juftice  hid  behind  a  cloud,. 
SHalf  one  great  day  appear. 

6  His  truth  tranfeends  thefky, 

In  heav'n  his  mercies  dwell ; 
Deep  as  the  fea  his  judgments  lie.,, 
His  anger  burns  to  h^ll. 

7  How  excellent  his  love, 

Whence  all  our  fafety  fprings !* 
O  never  let  my  foul  remove 

From  underneath  his. wings'. 


ttJtLM    XXXVII.     ifi.  Part.    Com.  Metre! 

$'ke  cure  of  envy,  fretfulnefs,  and  unbelief',  or,  the 
rewards  cf  the  righteous  and  the  <wickea'  ^  or,  the 
nvorld's  hatred,  and  the  faint*  s  patience. 

i   ^ITHY  ftiould  I  vex  my  foul,  and  fret 
V  V     To  fee  the  wicked  rife  ;• 
Or  ?nvy  fmners  waxing  great 
By  violence  and  Iks  ?.. 


PSAL  M    XXXVII.  £3 

As  rlow'ry  grafs  cut  down  at  noon, 

Before  the  ev'ning  fades, 
So  lhall  their  glories  vaniih  Toon, 

In  everlafting  Hiades, 
Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  trull, 

And  pra&ife  all  that's  good  : 
So  mail  I  dwell  among  the  juft, 

And  he'll  provide  me  food. 
I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit. 

And  cheerful  wait  his  will  ; 
Thy  hand  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet, 

Shall  my  defires  fulfil. 
Mine  innocence  fhalt  thou  difplay, 

And  make  thy  judgments  known, 
Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day, 

And  glorious  as  the  noon. 
The  meek  at  laft  the  earth  poiTefs, 

And  are  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ; 
True  riches,  with  abundant  peace, 

To  humble  fouls  are  giv'n. 
Pause. 
Reft  in  the  Lord^and  keep  his  way, 

Nor  let  your  anger  rife, 
Though  providence  fnould  long  delay 

To  punifh  haughty  vice. 
Let  finners  join  to  break  your  peace, 

And  plot,  and  rage,  and  foam ; 
The  Lord  derides  them,  for  lie  fees 

Their  dzy  of  vengeance  come. 
They  have  drawn  out  the  threat'ning  f»vord, 

Have  bent  the  muri'rous  bow 
To  flay  the  men  who  fear  the  Lord, 

And  bring  the  righteous  low. 
?  My  God  mall  break  their  bows,  and  burn 

Their  perSscudng  darts, 


«4  PSALM     XXXVII. 

Shall  their  own  fwurds  againft  them  turn  ; 
And  pain  furprife  their  hearts. 

Psalm    XXXVII.     zd  Part.     Com.  Metre. 
Ckcuity  to  ibe poor:  cr,  religion  in  words  a?; a  deed;. 

1  T  "1"  7  HY  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaf;, 

V  V     And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meaneit  portion  ofthejuft, 
Excels  the  Tinner's  gold. 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 

But  ne'er  defigns  to  pay  ; 
The  faint  is  merciful,  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

5  His  alms  with  lib'ral  heart  he  gives 
Among  the  fons  of  need  ; 
His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
And  bleiled  is  his  feed. 

4  His  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane, 

To  llander  or  defraud  t 
His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men 
What  he  has  learn'd  of  God. 

5  The  law  and  gofpel  of  the  Lord, 

Deep  in  his  heart  abide  ; 
Led  by  the  Spirit  and  the  word, 
His  feet  mail  never  Hide. 

6  When  finners  fall,  the  righteous  (land 

Preferv'd  from  ev'ry  fnare  ; 
They  mall  poffefs  the  proffiisM  land, 
And  dwell  for  ever  there. 


P  s  a  l  m   XXXVII.    ^dPart.  Common  Metre, 
1  he  ivaj  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  *v&i'c£ei?S 
i    "jl  fiY  God,  the  Heps  of  pious  men 
JlVI  Art  oruer'd  by  thy  willv 


PSALM    XXXVIII.  3s 

Though  they  mould  fall,  they  rife  agai», 
Thy  hand  fupports  them  ftilL 
2.  The  Lor-d^lelights  to  fee  their  ways, 
Their  virtue  he  approves  ; 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 
Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 

3  The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs, 

Their  portion  and  their  home : 
He  feeds  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 
Of  blefTmgs  long  to  come. 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  men, 

Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown  ; 
Ye  mail  confefs  their  pride  was  vain? 
When  juflice  calls  them  down. 
Pause. 

5  The  haughty  linner  I  have  feen, 

Not  fearing  man  nor  God, 
Like  a  tall  bay-tree,  fair  and  green, 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 

6  And  lo,  he  vanifn'd  from  the  ground, 

Deflroy'd  by  hands  unfeen  : 
Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  found, 
,       Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 

7  But  mark  the  man  of  righteoufnefs, 

His  fev'ral  fteps  attend  ; 
True  pleafure  runs  thro'  all  his  ways, 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

Psalm    XXXVIII.     Common  Metre. 
'Guilt  cf  confcience  and  relief:  or,  repentance  ana 

prayer  for  pardon  and  health. 
I      A   MIDST  thy  wrath  remember  love3 
il  Reftore  thy  fervant,  Lord  ; 
Nor  let  a  father's  chafl'ning  prov-6 
-Like  an  avenger's  fword, 
H 


86  P  S  A  L  M    XXXVIII. 

2  Thine  arrows  flick  within  my  heart, 
My  flefh  is  forely  preft  ; 
Between  the  forrow  and  the  fmart, 
My  fpirit  finds  no  reft. 
^  My  fins  a  heavy  load  appear, 
And  o'er  my  head  are  gone  ; 
Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  t'  atone. 

4  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  fea. 

My  head  ftill  bending  down  : 
And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day 
Beneath  my  Father's  frown. 

5  Lord,  I  am  weak  and  broken  fore, 

None  ofmypow'rs  are  whole  ; 
The  inward  anguifh  makes  me  wax. 
The  anguifh  of  my  fowl, 

6  All  my  defire  to  thee  is  known, 

Thine  eye  counts  ev'ry  tear, 
And  ev'ry  figh  and  ev'ry  groan 
Is  notic'd  by  thine  ear. 

7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope, 

My  God  will  hear  my  cry, 
My  God  will  bear  my  fpirit  up 
When  Satr.n  bids  me  die. 

8  [My  foot  is  ever  apt  to  Hide, 

My  foes  rejoice  to  fee't  -, 
They  raife  their  pleafure  and  their  pride, 
When  they  fuppknt  my  feet. 

9  But  I'll  confeis  my  guilt  to  thee, 

And  grieve  for  ail  my  fin  ; 
I'll  mourn  how  weak  my  graces  be, 

And  beg  fupport  divine. 
.  io  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  paft, 

And  be  for  ever  nigh  ; 
O  Lord  of  my  falvation  hafte, 

Before  thy  fervant  die.] 


PSAL  M    XXXIX.  87 

Psalm    XXXIX.      1/  Part.    Com.  Metre, 
Watchfulnefs  over  ibe  tongue :  or,  prudence  and  zeal* 

1  r-y-^-HUS  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord, 

JL     "  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue., 
"  Left  I  let  flip  one  finful  word, 
"  Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong." 

2  And  if  I'm  e'er  conftrain'd  to  flay 

With  men  of  lives  profane, 
I'll  fet  a  double  guard  that  day, 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

3  I'll  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak 

The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 
Left  fcofFers  mould  th'  occaiion  take 
To  mock  my  holy  zeal* 

4  Yet  ifibme  proper  hour  appear*. 

I'll  not  be  over  awM, 
But  let  the  fcoifiiig  fmners  hear 
That  I  can  fpeak  for  God. 

Psalm   XXXIX.  2d  Part.   Common  Metre. 
The  vanity  of  man. 

1  fT^EACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days, 

X     Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  ; 
I  would  furvey  life's  narrow  fpace, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  fpan  is  all  that  we  can  beaii,  - 

An  inch  or  two  of  time  ; 
Man  is  butvanity  and  duft 
In  all  his  rlowlr  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  fhadows  o'er  the  plain, 
They  rage  and  ftrive,  deftre  and  love, 
But  all  the  noife  is  vain. 
4_  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  (how, 
Some. dig  for  golden  ore ; 


88  PSALM    XXXIX. 

They  toil  for  heirs  they  know  not  who, 
And  ftraightare  feen  no  more. 

5  What  mould  I  wifh  or  wait  for  theq 
From  creatures,  earth  and  duft  ? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain* 
And  difappoint  our  truft. 
(6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 
My  fond  defires  recal  ; 
I  give  my  mortal  int'reft  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 

&9JZM    XXXIX.      id  Part.      Com.  Metre, 
Sick-bed  devotion  :  or,  pleading  without  repining. 

1  /^l  OD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 
VJT  Behold  the  pains  I  feel ; 

But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  difpute  thy  wilU 

2  Difeafes  are  thy  fervants,  Lord, 

They  come  at  thy  command  ; 
I'll  not  attempt  a  mnrm'ring  word, 
Againft  thy  chail'ning  hand. 

3  Yet  may  I  ple.?.d  with  humble  cries, 

Remove  thy  fharp  rebukes  : 
My  itrength  confumes,  my  fpirit  dies* 
Through  thy  repeated  itrokes. 

4  Crufli'd  as  the  moth  beneath  thy  hand* 

We  moulder  to  the  duft ; 
Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withftand, 
And  all  our  beauty's  loft. 

5  [This  mortal  life  decays  apace, 

How  foon  the  bubble's  broke  !: 
Adam  and  all  his  num'rous  race 
Are  vanity  and  frnoke.] 

6  I'm  but  a  fojourner  below, 

As  all  my  fathers  were  j: 


PSAL  M    XL.  89 

May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 
When  I  the  fummons  hear. 
7  But  if  my  life  be  fpar'da  while, 
Before  my  lafl  remove, 
Thy  praife  ihali  be  my  bus'nefs  ftill, 
And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 


P  $  a  l  m     XL.      \ft  Part.      Common  Metre, 
A fong  of  dsli-verance from  great  difrefs. 

1  y  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 
J[  Ke  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry  : 

He  faw  me  refting  on  his  word, 
And  brought  falvation  nigh. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 

Where  mourning  long  I  lay, 
And  from  my  bonds  reieas'd  my  feet, 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  ftand, 

And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 
To  praife  the  wonders  of  his  hand 
In  a  new  thankful  fong. 

4  I'll  fpread  his  works  €>f  grace  abroad  ;■ 

The  faints  with  joy  ihall  hear, 
And  finners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

5  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love  ! 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great ! 
We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough 

Their  numbers  to  repeat. 
£  When  I'm  affli&ed,  poor,  and  low, 

And  light  and  peace  depart, 
My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 

And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 


9o  PSA  L-  M    XL. 

P  salm      XL.      id  Part.     Common  Metre. 
The  incarnation  and  facrifice  of  Christ. 

THUS  faith  the  Lord,  u  Your  work  is  vain, 
"  Give  your  burnt  off'rings  o'er  ; 
"  In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  ilain, 
"  My  foul  delights  no  more." 
z.  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  "  Lo,  I'm  here, 
"  My  God,  to  do  thy  will  ; 
"  Whatever  thy  facred  books  declare, 
"  Thy  Servant  mall  fulfil. 

3  "  Thy  law  is  ever  in  my  fight, 

"  I  keep  it  near  my  heart  ; 
"  Mine  ears  are  open'd  with  delight 
"  To  what  thy  lips  impart." 

4  And  fee,  the  bleft  Redeemer  comes  ! 

Th'  eternal  Son  appears  ! 
And  at  th'  appointed  time,  affumes 
The  body  God  prepares  I 

5  Much  he  reveal'd  his  Father's  grace, 

And  much  his  truth  he  fhew;d, 
And  preach'd  the  way  of  right'oufnefs, . 
Where  great  afiemblies  flood. 

6  His  father's  honour  touch'd  his  heart, 

Hepity'd  miners'  cries, 
And  to-fulfil  a  Saviour's  part, 
Was  made  a  facrifice. 
Pause. 

7  No  blood  of  beafts  on  altars  fhed,. 

Could  wain  the  confcience  clean, 
But  the  rich  facrihce  he  paid, 
Atones  for  all  our  fin. 
S  Then  was  the  great  falvation  fpread* 
And  Satan's  kingdom  fhook; 
Thus  by  the  woman's  promis'd  feed* 
The  ferpent's  head  was  broke. 


PSALM    XL,  XLI.  9j 

Psalm    XL.     Long  Metre. 

Christ  our  facrifice. 

it  r  |  ^HE  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought 

jt         Exceed  our   praife,    furmount    our 

Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail,     [thought, 

My  fpeech-  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 

2  No  blood  of  beafts  on  altars  fpilt, 

Can  cieanfe  the  fouls  of  men  from  guilt ; 
But  thou  haft  fet  before  our  eyes, 
An  all-fufiicient  facrifice. 

3  Lo,  thine  eternal  Son  appears  \ 

To  thy  demands  he  bows  his  ears  r 
AfTumes  a  body  well  prepar'd, 
And  well  performs  a  work. fo  hard. 

4  "  Behold  I  come  (the  Saviour  cries 
With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes) 

"  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 
"  Offins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God. 

5  "  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree* 
"  'Tis  in  thy  bock  foretold  of  me, 
"  I  muft  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part  ; 
"  And  lo  !  thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 

£  "  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 
"  And  rebels^  to  obedience  draw, 
«  When  on  my  crofs  I'm  lifted  high, 
"  Or  on  my  throne  above  the  Iky. 

7  "  The  Spirit  fhall  defcend  and  fhow 
**  What  thou  hail  done,  and  what  I  do  ; 
"  The  wond'riiig  world  fhall  learn  thy  gracej 
"  Thy  wifdom,  and  thy  righteoufnefs." 

Psalm    XLI.     Long  Metre. 
Charity  to  the  pew  :  or,  pity  to  the  afflicted \ 

1  IPL^^  *s  t~qe  man  wno^*e  bowels  move, 
J3  And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor, 


92 


P  S  A  L  M    XLIJ. 


Whofe  foul  by  fympathizing  love 
Feels  what  his  fellow  faints  endure. 

2  Kis  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do  ; 
Ke  in  a  time  of  gen'ral  grief 

Shall  find  the  Lord  has  mercy  too. 

3  His  foul  mall  live  fecure  on  earth, 
With  fecret  bleffings  on  his  head, 

When  drought,  and  peftUence,  and  dearth. 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4  Or,  if  he  languifh  on  his  couch, 
God  will  pronounce  his  fins  forgiv'n, 
Will  fave  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  foul  to  heav'n. 


Psalm    XLII.     Common  Metre. 

Defertic?i    and  hope  :  or,  complaint  of  abfence  frtm 

public  tvotyjip. 
i   T7J-TITH  earneft  longings  of  the  mind;, 
V  V    My  God,  to  thee  I  look  ; 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 
And  tafle  the  cooling  brook. 
5  WThen  mail  I  fee  thy  courts  of  grace, 
And  meet  my  God  again  ? 
So  long  an  abfence  from  thy  face, 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  foul, 

And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 
The  it  e  infults  without  controul, 
A-nd '  --where' 's  your  God  at  laji  ? 

4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleafure  now 

..  I  think  on  ancient  days  ; 
Then  to  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go, 
And  all  our  work  was  praife. 


PSALM    XLIL  93 

5'  But  why  my  foul  funk  down  fo  far 
Beneath  this  heavy  load  ? 
Why  do  my  thoughts  indulge  defpair, 
And  fin  againit  my  God  ? 
6  Kope  in  the  Lord;,  whofe  mighty  hand 
Can  all  my  woes  remove  ; 
For  I  fnall  yet  before  him  ftand, 
And  fmg  reftoring  love. 

P  s  a  l  m    XLIL     Long  Metre. 
Melancholy  thoughts  reproved  1   or,  hope  in  ajfliftion, 

1  71  f$Y  fpirit  finks  within  me,  Lord, 
_i.VA  But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind* 
And  times  of  deep  diftrefs  record, 
When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind, 

2  Huge  troubles-,  with  tumultuous  noife 
Swell  like  a  lea,  and  round  me  fpread  ; 
Thy  water-fpouts  drown  all  my  joys. 
And  riling  waves  roil  o'er  my  head. 

3  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love, 
When  I  addrefs  his  throne  by  day, 
Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove  ; 
The  night  lhall  hear  me  when  I  pray.. 

4  I'll  cart  myfelf  before  his  feet, 

And  fay,  "  My  God,  my  heav'nly  Rock, 
f-  "Why  doth  thy  love  fo  long  forget 
"  The  foal  which  groans  beneath  thy  ftroke  ?5* 

5  I'll  chide  my  heart  that  finks  fo  low, 
Why  fiiould  my  foul  indulge  her  grief, 
Hope  in  theLord^and  praife  him  too  ; 
He  is  my  reft,  my  fure  relief. 

6  Thy  light  and  truth  mail  guide  me  ftill, 
Thy  word  mall  my  befl  thoughts  employ* 
And  lead  me  to  thine  holy  hill, 

My  God,  my  moft  exceeding  joy. 


94 


PSALM    XLIV. 


Psalm.    XLIV.    Common  Metre. 
The  chur cue's  complaint  inperfecutkn. 

ORD,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  oldj 
Thy  works  of  pow'r  and  grace, 
When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 
The  wonders  of  their  days. 
2  How  thou  didft  build  thy  churches  here, 
And  make  thy  gofpel  known  ; 
Among  thern  did  thine  arm  appear, 
Thy  light  and  glory  ihone. 
.3  In  God  they  bcafted  all  the  day, 
And  in  a  cheerful  throng 
Did  thousands  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 
And  grace  was  all  their  fong. 

4  But  now  our  fouls  are  feiz'd  with  ihame, 

Confufion  fills  our  face; 
To  hear  the  enemy  blafpheme, 
And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 

5  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 

Nor  falfely  dealt  with  heav'n  ; 
N*or  have  our  fteps  declin'd  the  road 
Of  duty  thou  haft  giv'n. 

6  Though  dragons  all  around  us  roar 

With  their  deftruclive  breath, 
And  thine  own  hand  has  bruis'd  n*  fore 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 
Pause. 

7  We  are  expos'd  all  day  to  die, 

As  martyrs  for  thy  caufe, 
As  iheep  for  {laughter  bound,  we  lie, 
Byfharp  and  bloody  laws.. 

8  Awake,  arife,  almighty  Lord, 

Whyfleeps  thy  wonted  grace  ? 
Why  mould  we  look  like  men  abhorr'd* 
Or  banifh'd  from,  thy  face  ? 


PSALM    XLV, 


95 


9  Wilt  thou  for  ever  can:  us  off, 

And  ftill  neglect  our  cries  ? 
For  ever  hide  thine  heav'nly  love 
From  our  afni&ed  eyes  f 

10  Down  to  the  duft  our  foul  is  bow'd, 

And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 
Rife  for  our  help,  rebuke  the  proud, 
And  all  their  pow'r  confound, 

1 1  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  fhame, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  God  ; 
We  plead  the  honours  of  thy  name, 
The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

Psalm    XLV.     Short  Metre. 

The  glory  of  ChrXt  j  thefuccefs  of  the  go/pel;  and 
the  iaentile  church, 

MY  Saviour  and  my  King, 
i  hy  beauties  are  divine  t 

1  ny  lips, with  bleffings  overflow, 

And  ev'ry  grace  is  thine. 

2  Now  make  thy  glory  known, 

..     ,  Y,11^  on  %  dreadful  fword, 
And  ride  in  majefty,  to  foread 

The  conquers  of  thy  word. 
'3  Strike  through  thy  ftubborn  foes, 
w.,°r.  ™?lt  their  hearts  t'  obey, 
While  juftice,  meeknefs,  grace  and  truth, 

attend  thy  glorious  way. 
4  Thy  laws,  O  God,  are  right ; 

Thy  throne  mail  ever  itand  ; 
And  thy  victorious  gofpel  proves 

A  iceptre  in  thine  hand. 
-5   [Thy  Father  and  thy  God, 
--lath,  without  meafure,  ihed 


^6  PSALM    XLV.. 

His  Spirit  like  a  joyful  oil 

T'  anoint  thy  facred  head. 

6  Behold,  at  thy  right  hand 

The  Gentile  church  is  feen, 
Like  a.fair  bride  in  rich  attire, 

And  princes  guard  the  queen* 

7  Fair  bride,  receive  his  love, 

Forget  thy  father's  houfe  ; 
Forfake  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gods, 

And  pay  the  Lord  thy  vows.] 
5  O  let  thy  God  and  King 

Thy  fweeteft  thoughts  employ  ; 
Thy  children  fhall  his  honours  fmg 

In  palaces  of  joy. 

Psalm    XLV.     Common  Metre. 
Vhe  perfonal  glories  and  government  c/^Chriffe. 
j   T'LL  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King  ; 
JL     His  form  divinely  fair  ; 
None  of  the  fons  of  mortal  race 

May  with  the  Lord  compare. 

-2  Sweet  is  thy  fpeech,  and  heaVnly  grace 
Upon  thy  lips  is  ilied ; 
Thy  God  with  bleflings  infinite 
Hath  crown'd  thy  facred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thy  fword,  victorious  Prince, 

Ride  with  majeftic  fway  ; 
Thy  terrour  mail  ftrike  through  thy  foes, 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  ftands  4 

Thy  word  of  grace  fhall  prove 
A  peaceful  fceptre  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  thy  faints  by  love. 

5  Juftice  and  truth  attend  thee  ftilk 

But  mercy  is  thy  choice ; 


PSALM    XLV.  97 

And  God,  thy  God,  thy  foul  mall  fill 
With  moft  peculiar  joys. 

Psalm    XLV.     \ft  Part.    Long  Metre* 
The  glory  #f  Christ,  and \ponuer  of  the  go/pel. 

1  "X^ 7 OW  be  my  heart  infpir'd  to  iing 
XN    The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 
Jesus  the  Lord,  how  heav'nly  fair 

His  form !  how  bright  his  beauties  are  ! 

2  O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race 
He  fhines  with  a  fuperior  grace  ; 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  bleflings  all  his  ftate  compofe. 

3  Drefs  thee  in  arms,  moll:  mighty  Lord, 
Gird  on  the  terrour  of  thy  fword, 

In  majefty  and  glory  ride 

With  truth  and  meeknefs  at  thy  fide. 

4  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  ftubborn  heart ; 
Or  words  of  mercy  kind  and  fweet, 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  {lands, 
Grace  is  the  fceptre  in  thy  hands ; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  juft  and  right, 
Juftice  and  grace  are  thy  delight. 

6  God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  fhed 
His  oil  of  gladnefs  on  my  head, 

And  with  his  facred  Spirit  bleft 
His  nrfl  born  Son  above  the  reft. 


Psalm     XLV.     zd  Part.    Long  Metre* 
Chrift  and  his  church  :  &r,  the  myflical  marriage-* 
I   fJ^HE  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face, 
JL    Adorn'd  with  majefty  and  grace  ; 


98  PSALM    XL  VI. 

He  comes  with  bleflings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At  his  right  hand,  our  eyes  behold 
The  queen  array'd  in  pureft  gold: 
The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  drefs ; 

Her  robe  of  joy  and  righteoufhefs  ! 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own, 
He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne  ; 
Fair  ftranger,  let  thine  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  ftate. 

4  So  ihall  the  King  the  more  rejoice 
In  thee  the  fav'rite  of  his  choice  ; 
Let  him  be  lov'd,  and  yet  ador'd, 
For  he's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord. 

5  O  happy  hour,  when  thou  ihalt  rife 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  fkies, 
And  all  thy  fons  (a  num'rcus  train) 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 

6  Let  endlefs  hen  ours  crown  his  head  ; 
Let  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fpread  ; 
While  we  with  cheerful  fongs  approve 
The  condefcenfion  of  his  love. 


Psalm     XL VI.     \fi  Part.     Long  Metre. 
The  church? s  fafety  and  triumph  a?nong  national  def- 
lations. 
i    f^\  OD  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints, 

VJ  When  ftorms  of  fharp  diftrefs  invade  ; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints 
Behold  him  prefent  with  his  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  feats  be  hurl  d 
Dcwn  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there  ; 
ConvulfioiiS  fhake  the  folid  world, 

Our  faith  mail  ncv ■■■••  fietd  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  oefeanroar, 
In  facred  peace  our  fouls  abide. 


PSALM    XL VI.  99 

While  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  more 
Trembles,  and  dreads  the  fuelling  tide. 

4  There  is  a  ftream,  whofe  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ; 

Life,  love  and  joy  ftill  gliding  through, 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

5  That  facred  ftream,  thine  holy  word, 
That  all  ray  raging  fear  controuls  : 
Sweet  peace  thy  promifes  afford, 

And  give  new  flrength  to  fainting  fouls. 

6  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love 
Secure  againfl  a  threatening  hour ; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move, 
Built  on  his  truth,  andarm'd  with  pow'r. 

P  s  a  i  m-    XLVI.    zd  Part.    Long  Metre. 
God  fights  for  his  church. 
j   X    ET  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice, 

JLi  Tho'  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rife  ; 
He  utters  his  almighty  voice, 
The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 

2  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought, 
And  Jacob's  God  is  ftill  our  aid  : 

Behold  the  works  his  hands  have  wrought 
What  defolations  he  has  made. 

3  From  fea  tofea,  through  all  the  mores, 
He  makes  the  noife  of  battle  ceafe  ; 
When  from  on  high  his  thuuder  roars, 
He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear, 
Chariots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  rlame  5, 
Keep  filence  all  the  earth,  and  hear 
The  found  and  glory  of  his  name. 

5  "  Be  ftill,  and  learn  that  I  am  Gcdv 
"  I'll  be  exalted  o'er  the  lands, 


ioo  PSALM    XL  VI*. 

"  I  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad, 
"  But  ftiil  my  throne  in  Zion  flands." 
6  O  Lord  of  hofts,  almighty  King, 
While  we  fonear  thy  prefence  dwell, 
Cur  faith  mail  fit  lecure,  and  Mug 
Defiance  to  the  gates  of  hell. 


P  s  a  i  m  XL VII.    Common  Metre. 
Chfift  afcending  and  reigning. 

i  f\  FOR  a  fhout  of  facred  joy 
V-/  To  God  the  fov'reign  King  ! 
Letev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  fing. 
2  Jefus  our  God  afcendson  high, 
His  heav'nly  guards  around, 
Attend  him  rifing  through  the  ficy, 
With  trumpets*  joyful  found. 
$  While  angels  fhout  and  praife  their  King,. 
Let  mortals  learn  their  ftrains  : 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  fing ; 

O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns.  .  S 

4  Rehearfe  his  praife  with  awe  profound  i 

Let  knowledge  lead  the  fong  ; 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  folemn  found 
Upon  a  thoughtlefs  tongue. 

5  In  Ifr'il  flood  his  ancient  throne, 

He  lov'd  that  chofen  race  : 
But  now  he  calls,  the  world  his  own* 
And  Heathens  taftehis  grace. 

6  The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's, 

There  Jira'm's  God  is  known. 
While  pow'rs  and  princes,  ihields  and  fwords* 
Submit  before  his  throne. 


PSALM    XL  VIII.  ioi 

s  a  l  m    XLVIII.      iff  Part.    Short  Metre. 
'The  church  is  the  honour  and  fafety  of  a.  nation, 
i    f~*\  REAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
Vj  And  let  hispraife  be  great  i 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  moll  delightful  feat. 

2  Thefe  temples  of  his  grace, 

How  beautiful  they  ftand  ! 
The  honours  of  our  native  place, 
The  bulwarks  of  our  land. 

3  In  Zion  God  is  known 

A  refuge  in  diftrefs  ; 
How  bright  has  his  falvation  fhone 
Through  all  her  palaces. 

4  When  kings  againft  her  join'd, 

And  faw  the  Lord  was  there, 
In  W&d  confufion  of  the  mind, 
They  fled  with  hafty  fear. 

5  When  navies  tall  and  proud 

Attempt  to  fpoil  our  peace, 
He  fends  hia  tempefts  roaring  loucT, 
And  finks  them  in  the  feas. 

6  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  feen 
How  well  our  God  fecures  the  fold 
Where  his  own  fheep  have  been. 

7  In  ev'ry  new  diftrefs 

"We'll  to  his  houle  repair, 
We'll  think  upon  his  wond'rous  grace, 
And  feek  deliv'rance  there. 


Psalm    XL VIII.      2d  Part.     Short  Metre. 
Ibe   beauty  of  the   church :  ot%  gofpel-^xorjhip  and 
order. 
x    |/AR  as  thy  name  is  known, 
J7    The  world  declares  thy  praife  j 
J  2 


J02  PSALM    XLIX. 

Thy  faints,  OLord,  before  thy  throne,. 
Their  fongs  of  honour  raife. 

2  With  joy  let  Judah  ft  and 

On  Zion\  chofen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand* 
And  counfels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  ftrangers  walk  abroad 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compafs  and  view  thine  holy  ground", 
And  mark  the  building  well. 

4  The  orders  of  thy  houfe, 

The  worfhip  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  fongs,  the  folemn  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wife  ; 

How  glorious  to  behold  !         , 
Beyond  the  pomp  which  charms  the  eyes. 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worfhip  now, 

Will  guide  us  'till  we  die, 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  iky. 


/  s  a  l  m    XLIX.     \fi  Part.    Common  Metre. 
Pride  and  death  ;  or,  the  vanity  of  life  amd  riches* 
i   TT7HY  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 
VV     To  infolence  and  pride, 
To.  fee  his  wealth  and  honours  flow 
With  ev'ry  rifing  tide  ? 

2  [Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  fcorn, 

Made  of  the  felf-fame  clay, 
And  boaft  as  though  his  fleih  were  born 
Of  better  duffc  than  they  ?] 

3  Not  all  his  treafures  can  procure 

His  foul  a  <hort  reprieve, 


PSAL  M    XUX.  i  ©3 

Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour,. 

Or  make  his  brother  live. 
4  [Life  is  a  bleiling  can't  be  fold, 

The  ranfom  is  too  high  ? 
Juftice  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold,. 

That  man  may  never  die.] 
£  He  fees  the  brutifh  and  the  wife, 

The  tim'rous  and  the  brave, 
Quit  their  poneflions,  clofe  their  eyes, 

And  haften  to  the  grave. 

6  Yet,  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride,. 

"  My  houfe  mail  ever  ftand  : 
**  And  that  my  name  may  long  abide,. 
"  I'll  give  it  to  my  land." 

7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  loft* 

How  foon  his  me  m'ry  dies ! 
His  name  is  written  in  the  duft, 
Where  his  own  carcafe  lies. 
Pause. 
%  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way  ; 
And  yet  their  fons  as  vain, 
Approve  the  words  their  fathers  fay,, 
And  ad  their  works  again. 
.9  Men  void  of  wifdom  and  of  grace, 
If  honour  raife  them  high, 
Live  like  a  beaft,  a  thoughtlefs  race, 
And  like  a  beaft  they  die. 
io  [Laid  in  the  grave  like  filthy  iheep^ 
Death  feeds  upon  them  there, 
>Till  the  laft  trumpet  breaks  their  ileep* 
In  terrour  and.  defpair.] 

Psalm     XLIX.     id  Part.     Com.  Metre, 
Death  and  the  refurreSlion. 
i  "T7*  E  fons  of  pride  who  hate  the  fuftk 
X     -And  trample  on  the  poor, 


xo4  PSALM    XLIX. 

When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  dull, 
Your  pomp  mall  rife  no  more. 

2  The  laft  great  day  fhall  change  the  fcene  ,; 

When  will  that  day  appear  ? 
When  fhall  the  juft  revive  and  reign 
O'er  all  who  fcorn'd  them  here  ? 

3  God  will  my  najced  foul  receive, 

When  fep'rate  from  the  rlefh  ; 
And  break  the  prifon  of  the  grave. 
To  raife  my  bones  afrefh. 

4  Heav'n  is  my  everlafling  home, 

Th'  inheritance  is  fure  ; 
Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  refume, 
But  I'll  repine  no  more. 


Psalm    XLIX.     Long  Metre. 
The  richfinnerU  death,  and  the  faints  refurre£li<m, 
!    TT  7 HY  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor, 
V  V  And  boaft  the  large  eftates  they  have  ? 
Kow  vain  are  riches  to  fecure 
Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave  ! 

2  They  can't  redeem  one  hour  from  death, 
With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  truft  ! 
Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 

When  God  commands  him  down  to  dull, 

3  There  the  dark  earth  and  difmal  made 
Shall  clafp  their  naked  bodies  round : 
That  fleih  fo  delicately  fed, 

Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtlefs  fneep  the  finner  dies, 
Laid  in  the  grave  for  worms  to  eat  ! 
The  faints  fnall  in  the  morning  rife, 
And  find  th'  oppreffor  at  their  feet. 

5  His  honours  perifh  in  theduft, 

-And  pomp  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood  ; 


P  S  A  L  M    L.  iQS 

That  glorious  day  exalts  the  juft 
To  full  dominioa  o'er  the  proud. 
6  My  Saviour  fhall  my  life  reftore, 
And  raife  me  from  my  dark  abode  ; 
My  rleih  and  foul  mail  part  no  more  : 
But  dwell  for  ever  near  my  God. 


P  s  a  l  m    L.     \ft  Part.     Common  Metre,. 
The  laji l  judgment ;  or,  t lie  faint s  rewarded'. 

1  npHE  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne 

_!_     Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh, 
The  nations  near  the  rifmg  fun, 
And  near  the  weflern  Iky. 

2  No  more  fliail  bold  blafphemers  fay, 

"Judgment  will  ne'er  begin  ; 
No  more  abufe  his  long  delay, 
To  impudence  and  fim 

3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  fhall  come, 

Bright  flames  prepare  his  way, 
Thunder  and  darknefs,  fire  and  ftorm, 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  fhall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come  : 
And  earth  and  hell  fhall  know  and  fear 
His  juftice  and  their  doom. 

5  "  But  gather  all  my  faints    (he  cries) 
"  Who  made  their  peace  with  God 
By  the  Redeemer's  facriiice, 
"  Who  feal'd  it  with  his  blood. 

'-'•  Their  faith  and  works  brought  forth   *x> 
"  Shall  make  the  world  confefs        [light* 

i€  My  fentence  of  reward  is  right, 
"  And  heav'n  adore  my  grace." 


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io6  PSALM    L. 

Psalm    L.     2d  Part.    Common  Metre. 
Obedience  is  better  than  facrifice. 

THUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  The  fpacious  fields, 
"  And  flocks  and  herds  are  mine, 
"  O'er  ali  the  cattle  of  the  hills, 
"  I  claim  a  right  divine. 

2  «  I  afk  no  foczp  for  facrifice, 

"  Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire  ; 
"  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife^ 
"  Is  all  that  I  require, 

3  "  Call  upon  me  when  trouble's  near, 

"  My  hands  fhall  fet  thee  free ; 
"  Then  fhall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
"  The  honour  due  to  me. 

4  "  The  man  who  offers  humble  praife, 

"  He  gloriiies  me  befc  ; 
"  And  thofe  who  tread  my  holy  ways, 
"  Shall  my  falvat:on  tafte." 

P  s  a  l  m    L.     y/Part.    Common  Metre. 
The  judgment  cf  hypocrites. 

1  T  T  THEN  Chrifi  to  judgment  (hall  defcend, 

V  V     -And  faints  furround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 

2  "  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  flain, 

"  Willi  the  world  reprove  ; 
"  Altars  arid  rites,  and  forms  are  vain*. 
"  Without  the  fire  of  love. 

3  "  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do, 

"  To  bring  their  facrifice  ? 
"  They  call  my  ftatutes  juft  and  true* 
"  But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 

4  "  Could  you  expect  to'fcape  my  fight* 

"  And  fin  without  controul  ? 


PSALM    L.    '      «        107 

*'  But  I  (h.all  bring  your  crimes  to  light, 
"  With  anguifh  in  your  foul." 
4  Confider  ye  who  flight  the  Lord, 
Before  his  wrath  appear ; 
If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  fword, 
There's  no  deliv'rer  there. 

Psalm    L.     Long  Metre. 
Hypocrijy  expofed. 
1   'rT^HE  Lord  the  Judge  his  churches  warns ; 
X     Let  hypocrites  atter*d  and  fear, 
Who  place  their  hopes  in  rites  and  forms, 
But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 
3  Vile  wretches  dare  rehearfe  his  name 
With  iips  of  falfhood  and  deceit ; 
A  friend  or  brother  they  defame, 
And  footh  and  flatter  thofe  they  hate. 

3  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong* 
Yet  dare  to  feek  their  Maker's  face ; 
They  take  his  covenant  on  their  tongue, 
But  break  his  laws,  abufe  his  grace. 

4  To  heav'n  they  lift  their  hands  unclean, 
Defil'd  with  luft,  denTd  with  blood  ; 

By  night  they  praclife  ev'ry  fin, 

By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God, 

5  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay, 
They  growfccure  and  fin  the  more; 
They  think  he  fleeps  as  w  ell  as  they, 
And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  hour. 

t3  O  dreadful  hour  when  God  draws  near, 
And  fets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes  ; 
His  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  fhall  tear, 
And  no  deliv'rer  dare  to  rife. 


idS  PSALM    L. 

P  s  a  l  m    L.   i/?    Part.  Particular  Metre, 
The  Lift judgment. 

1  *TpHE  Lord,  the  Sov'reign,  fends  his  fum- 

\  mons  forth, 

Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the  north; 
From  eaft  to  weft  the  founding  orders  fpread 
Thro'  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead : 
No  more  mall  Athiefts  mock  his  long  delay  ; 
His  vengeance  deeps  no  more;  behold  the  day! 

2  Sehold  the  Judge  defcends !  his  guards  are  nigh, 
Temper!:  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fky  ; 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell  draw  nearl  let  all  things 

come 
To  hear  his  juftice,  and  the  Annex's  doom  ; 
But  gather  firii  my  faints(the  Judge  commands) 
Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant  land-'. 

3  Behold  my  cov'nant  Hands  for  ever  good, 
Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood, 

And  fign'd  with  all  their    names  ;   the  Greek, 

» the  Jew, 
Who  paid  the  ancient  wormip,  or  the  new  ; 
There's  no  diftinction  here  ;  come,  fpread  their 

thrones, 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons. 

4  I  their  almighty  Saviour,  and  their  God, 

I  am  their  Judge:  ye  heav'ns  proclaim  abroad 
My  juft  eternal  fenrence,  and  declare 
Thofe  awful  truths  that  finners  dread  to  hear; 
Sinners  in  Zion,  tremble  and  retire  ; 
I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  nre. 

5  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  flain 
Do  /  condemn  thee  >  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
Without  the  flames  of  love  :  in  vain  the  ftore 
Of  brutal  offerings   that  were  mine  before  ;  . 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beafts  and  favage  breed, 


PSALM    L.  103 

F4ocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  fordls  where 
they  feed. 

6  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 
When  did   I  thirft,   or  drink   thy  bullock's 

blood  ? 
Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
Thy  folemn  chatt'rings,  and  fantaftic  vows  ? 
Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftments  to  behold, 
Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

7  Unthinking  wretch!  how  could'ft  thou  hope 

to  pleafe 
A  GOD,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 
While  with   my   grace  and  ftatutes  on   thy 

tongue, 
Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  doft  thy  brother  wrong: 
In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
Thieves  and  adult'pers  are  thy  chofen  friends. 

S  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fufPring  love, 
But  didft  thou    hope  that  I  ihould  ne'er  re- 
prove ? 
And  cherifh  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 

..That  God  the  righteous,would  indulge  thy  finr 
Behold  my  terrors  now;  my  thunders  roll, 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul. 

9  Sinners  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools  be  wife  ; 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  ; 
Change   your  vain  thoughts,  your  crooked 

works  amend  ; 
Fly  to   the  Saviour,   make  the  Judge  your 

friend ; 
■Left  like  a  lion  his  laft  vengeance  tear 
Your  trembling  fouls,  and  no  delivVerftear^' 


iio  P  S  A  L  M    L. 

.Psalm    L.     id  Part.    Particular  Metre, 

The  I  aft  judgment. 
i  r-  6  -HE  God   of  glory  fends  his  fummons 

JL  forth, 

Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the  north  ; 
From  eaft  to  weft  the  fovereign  orders  fpread, 
Thro'  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead, 
The  trumpet  founds  ;  hell  trembles  ;  heavn  rejoices ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 
.1  No  more  fhall  Atheifts  mock  his  long  delay  ; 
His  vengeance  ileeps  no  more :  behold  the  day  ! 
Behold  the  Judge  defcends ;  his  guards  are  nigh ; 
Tempefts  and  f  re  attend  him  down  the  fky. 
When  God  appears y  all  nature  ftoall  adore  him, 
Wlule  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

3  "  Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell,  draw  near  :  let  all 

"  things  come 
"  To  hear  myjuftice,  and  the  Tinner's  doom  ; 
"  But  gather  firft  my  faints ;  the  Judge  com- 

€<  mands, 
"  Bring  them  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant 
«  lands." 
When  Chr isr  returns,  wake  ev'ry  cheerful  pajfton  ,* 
And  Jhout,  ye  faints,  he  comes  for  your  faiv  at  ion. 

4  "  Behold  my   cov'nant  ftands  for  ever  good, 
"  Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood  — 

"  and  fign'd  with  all  their  names ;   the  Greek 

[the  Je<w, 
"  Who  paid  the  ancient  worlhip  or  the  new ;" 
There's  no  dijiinciion  here,  join  all  your  voices, 
And  raij'eyour  heads,  ye  faints, for  heav'n  rejetcest 

5  "  'Here   (faith  the  Lord)  ye    angels,   fpread 

their  thrones. 
"  And  near  me  fe?.t  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons, 
"  Come,  my  redeem'd,  poffefs  the  joy  s  prepar'd, 
s*  Ere  time  began,  'tis  your  divine  reward*" 


PSALM    L.  nr 

Wlien  Chrift  returns,  : 'wake  ev'ry  cheer •/ ul '  paffien  : 
And jb  out  ye  faints,  he  comes  for your 'f aquation. 
Pause     the  imt. 

6  "I  am  the  Saviour,  I  th?  almighty  God, 

"  I  am  the  judge;  ye  heav'ns  proclaim  abroad 

**  My  juft  eternal  ientence,  and  declare 

**  Thofe  awful  truths,  which'  finners  dread  to 

"  hear." 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  [hall  adore  him  : 
While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

7  "  Stand  forth,  thou   bold  blafphemer,  and 

"  profane,  [nings  vain  ; 

"  Now  feel  my  wrath,  nor   call  my  threat- 
f(  Thou  hypocrite,  oncedrelt  in  faint's  attire,, 
*'  I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire." 
^Judgment  proceeds  ;  hell  trembles  ;  heaven  rejoices  % 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheer  fid  voices. 

8  "  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  orbuiJocks  flam, 
**  Do  I  condemn  thee ;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
**  Without  the  flames  of  love  :  in  vain  the  ftore 
"  Of  brutal  offerings  which  were  mine  before/' 
Earth  is  the  hordes  :  all  nature  fh all  adore  him  ; 
While  finners tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

9  "  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 
"  When  did  I  thiril,  or   drink  thy   bullock's 

blood  ? 
"  Mine  are  thetamer  beafts,  and  fi.v?.gQ  breed, 
tf  Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefts  where 

"  they  feed." 

All  is  the  Lord's,  he  rules  the  wide,  creation  ; . 
Gives  finners  vengeance,  and  ih  e faint  sfalv  at  ion. 

10  "  Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows» 
"  Thy  folemn  chatt'rings  and  fantaftic  vows..?: 
w  Are.  my   eyes   charm' d  thy  veitments   to 


na  PSAL  M    L. 

"  Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  r" 
God  is  the  Judge  cf  hearts,  no  fair  difguifes 
Can  fcreen  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance rifes. 

Pause     the  fecond. 
n   "  Unthinking  wretch  !    hew   cculdft  thou 

"  hope  to  pleafe. 
«  A  GOD,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 
"  While  with  my  grace    and  ftatutes  on  thy 

"  tongue,  [wrong." 

"  Thou  lov'ft.  deceit,  and  doft  thy  brotfe* 
Judgment  proceeds  \  hell  trembles  ;  hea<v,%n  rejoice  *  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  ninth  cheerful  voices. 

•12  "  In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends  ; 
"  Thieves  &  adult'rers  are  thy  chofen  friends: 
"  While  the  falfe  flatt'rerat  my  altar  waits, 
"  His  hardened  foul  divine  inftni&ion  hates." 
God  is  the  Judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  difguijes 
Can  free  n  tht.  guilty  nv.hen  his  vengeance  rifes. 

¥3  "  Silent  I  waited  with  long-faff' ring  love, 
"  But  didft  thou   hope   that  I   fhould   ne'er 

reprove? 
£t  And   cherilh  fuch  an  impious  tho't  within, 
"  That  the  All-Holy  would  indulge  thy  fin  ?" 
See  God  appears  ;  all  nature  join  t*  adore  him  : 
Judgment  proceeds,  and Jinnerr fall  before  him. 

1.4  "Behold  my  terrours  now;  my  thunders  roll, 
**  And  thy  own  cHmes  affright  thy  guilty  foul; 
«  Now,,  like  a  lion,  fhall  my  vengeance  tear 
"  Thy  bleeding  heart,  and  no  deiiv'rer  near." 
Judgment  concludes ;  hell  trembles  ;  hew'n  rejoices  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with   cheerful  voices. 

E  P  I  P  H  0  N  E   M  A. 

15  Sinners,  awake  betimes;  ye  fools  be  wife, 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife: 
Change   your  vain   thoughts,   your  crooked 
works  amend  ; 


PSAL  M    LI.  113 

Fly  to  tHe  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend: 
VThen  join,  ye  faints  ;  'nv&ke  e-Sry  cheerful  pa jfien^. 
When  Chrift  returns,  he  comes  for  your  fal-vation. 

Psalm   LI.     \fi  Part.    Long  Metre* 
A  penitent  pleading  for  pardon. 
i  QHEW  pity,  Lord,  O.Lord,  forgive; 

0  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 

Are   not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  fmner  truft  in  thes  I 
7.  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  ftirpafs 
The  pow'r  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found.. 

3  O  warn  my  foul  from  ev'ry  fin, 

And  make  my  guilty  confcie nee  clean  :;. 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  pafl  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  fhame  my  fins  confefs 
Againft  thy  law,  againil  thy  gra:e  ; 
Lord,  mould  thy  judgment  grow  fevere, 

1  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  fudden  vengeance  feize  my  breath,. 
I  muft  pronounce  thee  juft  in  death  : 
And  if  my  foul  were  fent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet"  fave  a  trembling  fmner,  Lord, 
Whofe  hope  ftill  hov'ring  round  thy  word',. 
Would  light  on  fome  fweet  promife  there, 
Some  furefupport  againlt  defpair. 


■l 


a  l  m    LI.     2d  Part.    Long  Metre.. 

Original  and  a5lual  fin  confefjed. 
ORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin  ; 

And  bom  unholy  and  unclean  * 

&•  2 


U4  P  S  A  L  M    LI. 

Sprung  from  the  man  whofe  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  his  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  feeds  of  fin  grow  up  for  death  ; 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart  ; 
But  we're  defiPd  in  ev'ry  part. 

3  [Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  fpirit  pure  and  true  ;. 
O  make  me  wife  betimes,  to  fpy 
My  danger  and  my  remedy.] 

4  Behold,  I  fall  before  thy  fmce  ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  : 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean  ; 
The  leprofy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beaft, 
Nor  hyiTop  branch,  nor  fprinklingpHeit-, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  aor  iea, 
Can  warn  the  difmalftain  away. 

£  Jefusy  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  pow'r  fufficient  to  atone ; 
Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  fnow, 
No  Jewifh  types  could  cleanfe  me  fo. 

7  While  guilt  difturbs  and  breaks  my  peace. 
Nor  flefh  nor  foul  hath  reft  or  eafe  ; 
L*rd,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 
And  make  my  broken  bones  rejoice. 

Psalm    LI.     ^d  Part.     Long  Metre. 
The  backfiider  rejfored :  or,  repentance  and  faith  in 

the  blood  of  Chrift. 
i    /^\  THOU  who  hear  ft  when  finners  cry, 
V_/  Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie^ 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  mern'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form.myibul  aysrfe  to  fin  ; 

f 


PS    ALU'    LI.  i*& 

Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  heart, 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Gaft  out  and  banifh'd  from  thy  fight ; 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  reftore  ; 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  griey'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord,.. 
His  help  and  comfort  ilill  afford  : 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne  . 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A.broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  facrifice  I  bring ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
A  broken  heart  for  facrifice. 

6  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  duft, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  juft ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye* 
And  fave  a  foul  condemn'd  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways ; 
Sinners  mail  learn  thy  fov'reign  grace  ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  mail  praife  a  pard'ning  God. 

8  Omay  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  (hall  be  all  my  fong  ; 
And  all  my  pow'rs  fhalljoin  to  blefs 

The  Lord,  my  llrength  and  righteoufnefs, 

P  s  a  l  m    IJ.     ift.  Part.    Common    Metre, 

Original  and  aciuaifra,  confejjed  and  pardoned, 
i    T    ORD,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diflrefs 
i    j  And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  ! 
Againft  thy  laws,  againftthy  grace, 
How  high  my  crimes  arife.i 
2  Shouldfb  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  helfe 
And  crufh.my  flelh  to  dull, 


n6  PSAL  M    LI. 

Heav'n  would  approve  thy  vengeance  well> 
And  earth  muft  own  it  juft. 

3  I  from  the  ftock  of  ^wcame, 

Unholy  and  unclean  ; 

All  my  original  is  fhame, 

And  all  my  nature  fin. 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 

Contagion  with  my  breath  ; 
And  as  my  days  advanced,  Igrew 
A  j  utter  prey  for  death. 

5  Cleanfe  me,  O  Lord,  and  cheer  my  foul 

With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 
O  make  my  broken  fpirit  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove. 

6  Let  not  thy  Spirit  quite  depart, 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face  ; 
Create  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 

Before  the  fons  of  men  ; 
Backiliders  fhall  addrefs  thy  throne, 
And  turn  to  God  again. 

Psalm    LI.  id  Part.    Common  Metreo 
Repentance  and  faith  in  the  blood  ofChrift. 
i   f\  GOD  of  mercy  hear  my  call, 
\_)  My  lead  of  guilt  remove  ; 
Break  down  this  feparating  wall, 
That  bars  me  from  thy  love, 
a,  Give  me  the  prefence  of  thy  grace, 
Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  fpeak  aloud  thy  right eoufnefs, 
And  make  thy  praife  my  fong. 
;  No  bleed-  of  gbfitc,  nor  heifers  (lain*. 
For  fin  evuld  e,*r-;r  atone  i 


PSALM    LIII,  LV.  yq- 

The  death  of  Chrift  mall  ftill  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  foul  opprelt  with  fin's  defert, 
My  God  will  ne'er  defpife  : 
An  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart* 
Is  cur  bell  facrrfice. 


Psalm    LIIL     Common  Metre. 
Victory  and  deliverance '  fran  perfecuthn* 

1  A    RE  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools, 
jC\  Who  thus  devour  her  faints  ? 
Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rules* 

And  pities  her  complaints  ? 

2  They  fhall  be  feiz'd  with  fad  furprife  3 

For  God's  revenging  arm 
Scatters  the  bones  of  thofewho  rife 
To  do  his  children  harm. 

3  In  vain  the  fons  of  Satan  boaft 

Of  armies  in  array  ; 
When  God  has  firft  defpis'd  their  hoft| 
They  fall  an  eafy  prey. 

4  O  for  a  word  from  Zidn's  King, 

Her  captives  to  reflore  ! 
Jacob  with  all  his  tribes  ihall  dug, 
And  Judab  weep  no  more. 


P  s  a  l  m    LV.     Common  Metre, 
Support  for  the  a  fix  tied and  tempted  foul. 

1  f~\  GOD,  my  refuge  !  hear  my  cries, 
\_J  Behold  my  flowing  tears, 

For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devife, 
And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

2  Their  rage  is  level'd  at  my  life, 

My  foul  with  guilt  they  load, 
And  rill  my  thoughts  witbfinwa$4  ltrife>. 
To. (hake  my  hope  in  GoxL 


n8  TSALM    LV. 

3  With  inward  pain  ray  hearr-ftrings  found, 

I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath  : 
Honour  and  fear  befet  me  round 
Among  the  fhades  of  death. 

4  O  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove  !. 

And  innocence  had  wings  ; 
I'd  rly  and  make  a  long  remove 
From  ail  thefe  reiilefs  things. 

5  Let  me  to  fome  wild  defart  go, 

And  find  a  peaceful  home  ; 
Where  florms  of  malice  never  blow, 
Temptations  never  come. 

6  Vain  hopes,  and  vain  inventions  all,. 

To  'fcape  the  rage  of  hell  ! 
The  mighty  God,  an  whom  I  call, 
Can  lave  me  here  as  well. 

P  jl  u  s  E. 

7  By  morning-light  I'll  feek  his  face, 

At  noon  repeat  my  cry  ; 
The  night  fhall  hear  me  alk  his  grace, 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 

8  God  fhall  preferve  my  foul  from  fear  ; 

Or  fhield  me  when  afraid  : 
Ten  thoufand  angels  muft  appear, 
If  he  command  their  aid. 

9  I  caft  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

Tjie  Lord  fuftains  them  all  ^ 
My  courage  refts  upon  his  word, 

That  faints  (hall  never  fall. 
jo  My  higheft  hopes  fhall  not  be  vain. 

My  lips  mail  fpread  his  praife  ; 
While  cruel  and  deceitful  men 

Scarce  live  out  half  their  days, 


PSALM    LV5LVI.  119 

Psalm    IN.     Short  Metre. 
Dangerous  prosperity ;  or,  daily  devotion  encouraged, 

1  T    ET  Tinners  take  their  courfe, 

j    j  And  choofe  the  road  to  death  ; 
But  in  the  worfhip  of  my  God 
I'll  fpend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  addrefs  his  throne 

When  morning  brings  the  light ; 
I  feek  his  bleffing  ev'ry  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 

O  my  eternal  God ! 
While  Tinners  periih  in  furprife, 
Beneath  thine  .angry  rod, 

4  Becaufe  they  dwell  at  eafe, 

And  no  fad  changes  feel, 
They  neither  fear  nor  trull  thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5  But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 
I'll  caft  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 

6  His  arm  mall  well  fuftain 

The  children  of  his  love  ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  iafety  itands* 
No  earthly  pow'r  can  moVe. 


P  s  a  l  m    LVI.     Common  Metre. 

-Deliverance  from  oppreffion  and falfehoad ' :  or,  God's 
care  of  his  people,  in  anfwer  to  fditkand  prayer. 

A    f^\  THGU,  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high, 
V_y  And  makes  th'  opprefibr  ceafe3 
Behold  how  envious  Tinners  try 
Ta  vex  aad  break  my  peace. 


iao  PSALM    LVL 

2  The  fons  of  violence  and  lies, 

Join  to  devour  me,  Lord  ; 
But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rife, 
My  refuge  is  thy  word. 

3  In  God  moft  holy,  juft  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  truft  ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 

The  offspring  of  the  duft. ' 
.4  They  wreft  my  words  tomifchiefftill, 

Charge  me  with  unknown  faults  ; 
Mifchief  d'oth  all  their  counfels  fill, 

And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 

5  Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  frown  ? 

Muft  their  devices  Hand  ? 
O  caft  the  haughty  finner  down, 
And  let  him  know  thy  hand. 

P  jS  u  s  E. 

6  God  counts  the  forrows  of  his  fainte, 

Their  groans  affe£t  his  ears  ; 
Thou  hall  a  book  for  my  complaints, 
A  bottle  for  my  tears. 

7  When  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry, 

The  wicked  fear  and  flee j 
So  fwift  is  prayer  to  reach  the  fky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

$  In  thee,  moft  holy,  juft  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  truft  ; 
Nor  wiR  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 

The  offspring  of  the  duft. 
g  Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  -me,  Lord, 

Thou  malt  receive  my  praife  ; 
I'll  fmg,  ?«  How  faithful  is  thy  word  ; 

"  How  righteous  all  thy  ways." 
10  Thou  haft  fecufM  my  foul  from  deatlv 

O  fet  a  pris'ner  free-? 


PSALM      LVII,  LVIII.         m\ 

That  heart  and  hand,  and  lite  and  -breath. 
May  be  employ M  for  thee. 

Psalm    LVII.       Long  Metre. 
Praife  for  protecJion,  grace  and  truth. 

1  iy  /TY  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings 
i.VXOf  boundlefs  love,  and  grace  unknown 

Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  wings, 
'Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

2  Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  fend  my  cry, 
The  Lord  will  my  defires  perform  ; 
He  fends  his  angels  from  the  Iky, 

And  faves  me  from  the  threatening  ftorm; 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  .heavens  where  angels  dwell; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  fixM ;  my  fong  mall  raife 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  name ; 
Awake,:my  tongue,  to  found  his  praife^ 

\My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

5  Higlvo'er  the  earth  bis  mercy  reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmoft  iky ; 

His  truth  to  endlefs  years  remain, 
When  lower  worlds  diffolve  and  die. 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell  ? 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

P  5  a  z  m    LVIIL  Particular  M  etre. 
Warning  to  magijlrates. 
*    TUDGES,  who  rute  the  world  by  laws, 
J    Will  ye  difpife  the  righteous  caufe, 
When  th'  injur'd  poor  before,  you  ftands? 


|22  PSALM    LVIIL 

Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  Tinners  'fcape  fecure, 

While  gold  and  greatnefs  bribe  your  hands, 

2  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew 
That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too  ? 

High  in  the  heav'ns  his  juftice  reigns ; 
,Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God, 
And  fend  your  bold  decrees  abroad, 

To  bind  the  confcience  in  your  chain?. 

3  A  poifon'd  arrow  is  your  tongue, 
The  arrow  fharp,  the  poifon  ftrong, 

And  death  attends  where'er  it  wounds : 
You  hear  no  counfels,  cries  nor  tears  ; 
So  the  deaf  adder  Hops  her  ears 

Againft  the  pow'r  of  charming  founds. 

4  Break  out  their  teeth,  eternal  God, 
Thofe  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  blood  ; 

And  crufh  the  ferpents  in  the  duft ; 
As  empty  chaff,  when  whirlwinds  rife, 
Before  the  fweeping  tern  pert  flies, 

So  let  their  hopes  and  names  be  loft. 

5  TV  Almighty  thunders  from  the  Iky, 
Their  grandeur  melts,  their  titles  die, 

As  hills  of  fnow  diffolve  and  run, 
Or  mails  that  periih  in  their  ilime, 
Or  births  that  come  before  their  time. 

Vain  births  that  never  fee  the  fun. 

6  Thus  (hall  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  faints  afford  ; 

And  all  who -hear  mail  join  and  fay, 
"  Sure  there^s  a  God  who  rules  on  high, 
"  A  God  who  hears  his  children  ciy, 

"  And  will  their  fuff'rings  well  repay?* 


PSALM    LX,  LXL         123 

P  s  a  l  m    LX.      Common  Metre. 
On  a  day  of  'humiliation  for  difappoinfments  in  war, 

1  T    ORD,  haft  thou  caft  the  nation  off, 
JLj  Muft-we  for  ever  mourn  ?  ' 

Wilt  thou  indulge  immortal  wrath  I 
Shall  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

2  The  terrour  of  one  frown  of  thine 

Melts  all  our  ftrength  away ; 
Like  men  who  totter,  drunk  with  wine, 
We  tremble  in  difrhay. 

3  Our  Zion  trembles  at  thy  flroke, 

And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand  ! 
Oh,  heal  the  people  thou  haft  broke, 
And  fave  the  fmking  land. 

4  Lift  up  a  banner  in  the  field,    . 

For  thofe  who  fear  thy  name  ; 
Save  thy  beloved  with  thyfhield, 
And  put  our  foes  to  mame. 

5  Go  with  our  armies  to 'the  fight, 

Like  acohfed'rate  God ; 
In  vain  confed'rate  pow'rs  unite 
Againft  thy  lifted  rod. 

6  Our  troops  fhall  gain  a  wide  renown 

By  thine  afiifting  hand  ; 
'Tis  God  who  treads  the  mighty  down, 
And  makes  the  feeble  ftand. 


Psalm    LXL     Shprt  Metre. 
Safety  in  God. 

1  TT7HEN  overwhelm'd  with  grief, 

VV   My  heart  within  me  dies; 
Heiplefs,  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heav'nl  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  O  lead  rne  to  the  Rock 

That's  high  above  my  head, 


g§*  P  SAL  M    LXII. 

And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  ihelter  and  my-ihade. 

3  Within  thy  pr.efence,  Lord, 

For  ever  I'llabide  ; 
Th  ou  art  the  tow'r  of  my  defence,. 
The  refuge  where  1  hide. 

4  Thou  giveft  me  the  lot 

Of  thofe  who  fear  thy  name  ; 
If  endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 
I  fhall  polfefs  the  fame. 


Psalm    LXII.     Long  Metre. 

No  tru.fi  in  the  creatures  :  or,  faith  in  di-vine  grace 

and  power. 

1  1^  FTi  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone  ; 

1 VJL  My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne  ^ 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  ftraits, 
My  foul  on  his  falvation  waits. 

2  Truft  him,  ye  faints,  in  ail  your  ways, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face ; 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-fufficient  aid. 

3  Falfe  are  the  men  of  high,  degree, 
The  bafer  fort  are  vanity  ; 

Laid  in  the  balance,  both  appear 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 

4  Make  not  increallng  gold  your  trufL 
Nor  fetyour  hearts  on  glitt'ring  duit  : 
Why  wiJ-L  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmokt , 
And  not  believe  what  God  has.  fpoke  ? 

5  Once  ha§  his  awful  voice  declar'd, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, 
«*  All  power  is  his  eternal  due  ; 

' *  He.  im.il  be  fuarU  a>ad,  u:uiUd.  tec" 


PSALM    LXIII.  125 

6  For  fov'reign  pow'r  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne  ; 
Thy  grace  and  juftice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  laft  reward. 


Psalm    LXIII.    \fi  Part.   Common  Metre, 

The  morning  of  a  Lord"*  s-day . 
i  T7*  ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
jj  I  hafte  tafeek  thy  face  ; 
My  thirfty  fpirit  faints  away 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims,  on  the  fcorching  fand> 

Beneath  a  burning  iky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  itream  at  hand, 
And  they  muft  drink  or  die. 

3  I've  feen  thy  glory  and  thy  pow'r 

Through  all  thy  temple  fhine  ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour, 
That  vifion  fo  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  blefiings  of  a  feaft 

Can  pleafe  my  foul  fo  well, 

As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  tafte, 

And  in  thy  prefence  dwell. 

5  Not  life  itfelf  with  all  its  joys-, 

Can  my  beft  pafllons  move  ; 
Gr  raife  fo  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus  'till  my  laft  expiring  day, 

I'll  blefs  my  God  and  King  : 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray. 
And  tune  my  lips  to  fing. 
_ MIM_ _ 

Psalm    LXIII.     2d  Part.    Common  Metre. 

Midnight  thought?  recolle£ledt 
1  JripWAS  in  the  watches  of  the  night 
JL     I  thought  upon  thy  pow'r> 
L  z 


126  P^SALM    LXL 

I  kept  thy  lovely  face- in-light 
Amidft  the  darkeft  hour. 

2  My  flelh  lay  retting  on  my  bed, 

My  foufarofe  on  high  ; 
My  God!  my  life  !  my  hope,  I  faid, 
Bring  thy  fain) at 2 on  nigh. 

3  My  fpirit  labours  up  thine  hill, 

And  climbs  the  heav'nly  road  ; 
But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  ftil!*. 
While  i  purfue  my  God. 

4  Thy  mercy  ftretches  o'er  my  head 

The  fhadow  of  thy  wings ; 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid, 
My  tong\ie  awakes  and  lings. 

5  But  the  deftroyers  of  my  peace 

Shall  fret  and -rage  in  vain  ; 
The  tempter  fhall  for  ever  ceale, 
And  all  my  fins  be  llain. 
fe  Thy  fword  lhall  give  my  foes  to  deathly 
And  fend  them  down  to  dwell 
In  the  dark  caverns  of  the  earth, , 
Or  to  the  depths  of  hell. 
— — 

Psalm-    LXIIL     Long  Metre. 

Longing  after  Gqd;  or,  the  love  ofGoi>  better  than, 
life, 

t  f~^  RE  AT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 
\JJT  Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft  ; 
The  glories  that  compofe  thy  name, 
Stand  all  engag'd  to^make  me  bleft. 

2.  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  juft  and  wife, 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  ; 
And  I  am  thine  by  facred  ties  ; 
Thy  fon>  thy  fervant,  bought  with  blood* 


PSALM    LXIH.  127 

3  With  heart  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands., . 
For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look, , 
As  travellers-  in  thirfty  lands 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water-brook.. 

4,  With  early  feet. I  love  t-'  appear 

Among  thy  faints.,  and  feeK  thy  face  j. 

Oft  have  I  i'tcn  thy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  pow;r  of  fov'reign  grace. 

<[  Not  fruits,  nor  wines  that  tempt  our  tafle^ 
Nor  all  the  joys  our  fenfes  know, 
Could  make  me  fo  divinely  bleft, 
Or  raife  ray  cheerful  paffion  fo. 

6  My  life  itielf,  without  thy  love 
No  taite  of  pleasure  could  afford  ; 
'Twould  but  a  tirefome  burden  prove* 
If  I  were  banim'd  rfom  the  Lord. 

7  Amidft  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
When  bufy  cares  aiflicl  my  head, 

One  thought  of  thee  gr/es  new  delight  ; 
And  adds  refreihment  to  my  bed. 

8  I'll  lift  my  hands,  Til  raife  my  voice, 
While  I  have  ore'ath  to  pray  or- praife  1 . 
This  work  ihall  make  my  heart  rejoice,.. 
And  fpend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

in  Ly  ■ 

Psalm    LXilL    Short  Metre. 
Seeking  Go&* 

1   TV  /? ^  G°d;  permit  my  tongue 

i.VJt,  This  joy  to  call  thee  mine  j; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  talle  thy  love  divine.^ 
2..  My  thirify,  fainting  foul  ' 

Thy  mercy-  does  implores 
Not  travellers  in  defer t  lands; 
Can  pant  for  water-  more-. 


128  PSALM    LXV. 

3  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 

I  long  to  find  my  place, 
Thy  pow'r  and  glory  to  behold, 
And  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace. 

4  For  life,  without  thy  love 

No  relifh  can  afford ; 
No  joy  can  be  compar'd  with  this, 
To  ferve  and  pleafe  the  Lord. 

5  To  thee  I  lift  my  hands, 

And  praife  thee  while  I  live  j 
Not  the  rich  dainties  of  a  feaft 
Such  food  or  pleafure  give 

6  In  wakeful  hours  of  night, 

I  call  my  God  to  mind  ; 
I  think  how  wife  thy  counfels  are>. 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

7  Since  thou  haft  been  my  help, 

To  thee  my  fpirit  flies, 

And  on  thy  watchful  providence 

My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

8  The  fhadow  of  thy  wings. 

My  foul  in  fafe-ty  keeps: 
!    I  follow  where  my  Father  leads,  . 
And  he  fupports  my  fteps. 

Psalm   LXV.     ift  Part.    Long  Metre.. 
Public  prayer  and  praife.  , 

1  '"T^HE  praife  of  Zion  waits  for  thee, 

X  My  God,  and  praife  becomes  thy  houfe  j 
There  mail  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee, 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

2  O  thou  whofe  mercy  bends  the  fkies, 
To  fave  when  humble  finners  pray, 
All  lands  to  thee  fhall  lift  their  eyes, 
And  hlands  of  the  Northern^* 


P  S  A  L  M    LXV.  1.29 

3  Againft  my  will  my  fins  prevail, 

But  grace  fiiail  purge  away  their  ftain  ; 
The  blood  of  Chriji  will  never  fail 
To  wafh  my  garments  white  again. 

4  Bleft  is  the  man  whom  thcu.  (halt    hoofe,. 
And  give  him  kind  acce(s  tc  thee  ; 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  houfe, 

To  tafte  thy  love  divinely  free. 

P  A   US   E. 

5  Let  Bahel  fear  when  Zion  prays  'y 
Babel  prepare  for  long  diflrefs, 
When  Zion's  God  himfelf  arrays 
In  terronr  and  in  righteoufnefs. 

6  With  dreadful  glory,  God  fulfils 
What  his  afflicted  faints  requeft ; 
And  with  almighty  wrath,  reveak 
His  love,  to  give  his  churches  refL. 

7  Then  fhall  the  flocking  nations  run 
To  Zion\  hill,  and  own  their  Lord  £ 
The  rifing  and  the  letting  fun, 
Shall  fee  the  Saviour's  name  a-dor'd. 


P  s  a;l  u    LX V.     zd  Part.    Long  Metre, 

Divine  providence  in  air,  earth  and  feci  %  or,  the 

God  of  nature  and  grace* 

1  r  I  "'HE  God  of  our  falvation  hears 

X     The  groans  of  Zion  mix'd  with  tears, 
Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  deiigns. 
Through  all  the  way  his  terrour  mines,. 

2  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 
Far  as  the  earth's  remotefl  ends, 
Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known,. 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailors  who  travel  o'er  the  flood, 
Addsek  their  frighted  lbuls  to.  God: 


i3o  PSALM    LXV. 

When  tempefts  rage  and  billows  roarr 
At  dreadful  diftance  from  the  fhore. 

4  He  bids  the  noify  tempefr.  ceafe, 

He  calms  the  raging  croud  to  peace  ; 
When  a  tumultuous  nation  raves, 
Wild  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves* 

5  Whole  kingdoms  fhaken  by  the  ftorm,. 
He  fettles  in  a  peaceful  form  ; 
Mountains  eftablim'd  by  his  hand, 
firm  on  their  old  foundation  ftand. 

6  Behold  his  enfigns  fvveep  the  fky, 
New  comets  blaze,  and  lightnings  fly  ; 
The  Heathen  lands  with  fad  furprife, 
From  the  bright  horrour  turn  their  eyes* 

7  At  his  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  eaft,  and  leads  the  day  ; 
He  guides  the  fun's  declining  wheels, 
Over  the  tops  of  weftern  hills. 

8  Seafons  and  times  obey  his  voice, 
The  ev'ning  and  the  morn  rejoice 

To  fee  the  earth  made  foft  with  fhow'rs, 
Laden  with  fruit,  and  drefs'd  in  flow'rs. 
9.  'Tis  from  his  wat'ry  ftores  on  high, 
He  gives  the  thirfty  ground  fupply  ; 
He  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and-  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  drops  difpenfe. 

io  The  defert  grows  a  fruitful  field, 
Abundant  food  the  vallies  yield  ; 
The  vallies  fhout  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  neighb'ring  hills  repeat  their  joys. 

1 1  The  paftures  fmile  in  green  array  ; 
There  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play  ; 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 
Each  in  his  language,  fpe&k  thy  name 


PSALM    LXV.  j3i 

12  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine  ; 
O'er  ev'ry  field  thy  glories  fhine  ; 
Through  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear  ; 
Great  God  !  thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 


Psalm    LXV.    \Jl  Pan.    Common  Metre. 
A  prayer-hearing  God,  and  the  Gentiles  called, 

1  TJRAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee, 
Jl     There  fhall  our  vows  be  paid  ; 
Thou  haft  an  ear  when  finners  pray, 

AH  flefh  fhall  feek  thine  aid. 

2  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 

But  pard'ning  grace  is  thine, 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  pow'r  and  fkill 
To  conquer  ev'ry  fin. 

3  Bleft  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  choofe, 

To  bring  them  near  thy  face, 
Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  houfe, 
To  feaft  upon  thy  grace. 

4  In  anfw'ring  what  thy  church  requefb, 

Thy  truth  and  terrour  fhine, 
And  works  of  dreadful  righteoufnefs 
Fulfil  thy  kind  defign. 

5  Thus  fhall  thewond'ring  nations  fee 

The  Lord  is  good  and  juft  ; 
And  diftant  iflands  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  truft. 

6  They  dread  thy  glitt'ring  tokens,  Lord, 

When  figns  in  heav'n  appear  ;    ">        \    i 
But  they  fhall  learn  thy  holy  word. 
And  love  as  well  as  fear.     • 


i32  PSALM    LXV. 

P  s  a  l  m    LXV.     zd  Par;.    Common  Metre. 

The  providence  of  God.,    in  air,  earth  and  fa  ;  or, 
the  bkjjingofrain. 

1  J  rr^is  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  ftand, 

X     God  of  eternal  pow'r ! 
The  Tea  grows  calm -at  thy  command, 
And  tempefts  ceafe  to  roar. 

2  The  morning  light  and  ev'mrig  made 

Slice effi-ve  comforts  bring; 
Thv  pknteous  fruks  make  harveft  gflad, 
Thy  flow'rs  adorn  *he  fpring. 

3  Seafons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 

Heav'n,  earth  and  air  are  thine  ; 
When  clouds  diftil  their  fruitful  fhow'rs. 
The  Author  is  divine. 

4  Thofe  wand'ring  cifterns  in  the  ft^i 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 

Withwat'ry  treasures  well  fuppiy 

The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirfty  ridges  drink  their  'fill. 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  bleflings  ftiU, 
Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

Psalm    LXV.      3dPart.      Com.  Metre. 

The  blejpng  of  the  fpring  :  or,  Gx>d  gives  rain, 

A'Pralm  Tor  the  hufbandman. 

1    dT^  OODis  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King, 
Vjr   Who -makes  the  earth  his  carej 

Vifits  the  pafhiresev'ryTprmg, 
And  bids  the  grafs  appear. 
1  The  clouds,  like  rweis.r&ts'd  on  high, 
Pour  -out,  at  thy  command, 


PSALM    LXVL  131 

Theirwatiy  bleffings  from  the  iky, . 

To  cheer  the  ihirfty  land. 
;£  The  foften'd  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  tofpring; 
The  vallies  rich  provifion  yield, 

And  the  poor  lab'rers  fing. 

4  The  little  hills,  on  ev'ry  fide. 
Rejoice  at  falling,  fhow'rs, 
The  meadows  drefs'd  in  all  their  .pride, 
Perfume  the  air  with  flow'rs. 
3  The  barren  clods  refrefh'd  with  rain, 
Promife  a  joyful  crop  ; 
The  parched  grounds  look  green  again, 
And  raife  the  reaper's  hope. 
6  The  various  months  thy  goodnefs  crowns, 
How  bounteous  are  thy  ways  ! 
The  bleating  flocks  fprea-d  o'er  the  downs, 
And  Ihepherds  fhout  thy  praife. 

Psalm  LXVI.  i/  Part.  Common^etre. 
Governing  power  and  goodnefs  ;  or,  our  grace  tried 

by   afflictions. 
i   OING  all  ye  nations  to  the  Lord, 
Oj     Sing  with  a  joyful  noife  ; 
With  melody  of  found  record 
His  honours,  and  your  joys, 
e  Say  to  the  pow'r  which  makes  the  fky, 
"  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 
"  Sinners  before  thy  prefence  fly, 
"  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 
g  [Come  fee  the  wonders  of  our  God, 
How  glorious  are  his  ways  ! 
In  Mofes1  hand  he  puts  his  rod, 
And  cleaves  the  frighted  feas. 
M 


134  PSALM    LXVL 

4  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 
While  I/rael  pafs'd  the  flood  ; 
There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy, 
And  triumph  in  their  God. 
•5  He  rules  by  his  refiftlefs  might : 
Will  rebel  mortals  dare 
Provoke  th' Eternal  to  the  fight, 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  war  ? 

6  O  blefs  our  God,  and  never  ceafe, 

Ye  faints,  fulfil  his  praife  : 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

7  Lord,  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fuff'ring fouls, 

To  make  our  graces  mine  ; 
So  filver  bears  the  burning  coals, 

The  metal  to  refine. 
%  Through  wat'ry  deeps  and  fiery  ways, 

We  march  at  thy  command, 
Led  to  poffefs  the  promis'd  place, 

By  thine  unerring  hand. 

Psalm    LXVL     zd  Part.     Com.  Metre* 
Praife  to  God  for  hearing  prayer. ■ 

1  TWTOW  fhall my  folemn  vows  be  paid 

I  \l    To  that  almighty  pow'r, 
Which  heard  the  long  requefts  I  made 
In  my  diftrefsful  hour. 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 

To  make  his  mercies  known  ; 
Come  ye  who  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

3  When  on  my  head  huge  forrows  fell, 
.         I  fought  his  heav'nly  aid  ; 

He  fav'd  my  finking  foul  from  hell.- 
And  death's  eternal  (hade. 


F  S  A  L  M    LXVIL  *3S 

4  If  fin  lay;cover'd  in  my  heart, 

While  pray'r  employ'd  my  tongue, 
The  Lord  had  fhewn  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praifes  fung. 

5  [But  God,  his  name  be  ever  bleft, 

Has  fet  my  fpirit  free; 
Nor  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  requeft, 
Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from  me.] 

Psalm    LXVII.     Common  Metre. 
The  nation's  profperity,  and  the  church1*  inert  afe. 
i   QHINE,  mighty  God,  on  "  Zion"  ihine, 
O  With  beams  of  heav'nly  grace  ; 
Reveal  thy  pow'r  through  all  our  coafts> 
And  mew  thy  fmiling  face. 

2  [Amidft  our  ■"  realm"  edited  high, 

Do  thou  our  glory  fland, 
And  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire, 
Surround  the  fav'rite  land/} 

3  When  mall  thy  name  from  ihore  to  more, 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 
And  difta'nt  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  ?    • 

4  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands^ 

Sing  loud  withfolemn  voice'; 
tf  Letev'ry"  tongue  exalt  his  praife,^ 
And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice. 

5  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  fov'reign  Judge, 

Who  fits  enthron'd  above. 
Wifely  commands  the  worlds  he  made, 
In  juftice  and  in  love. 

6  Earth  mall  obey  her  Maker's  will, 

And  yield  a  full  increafe  ; 
Our  God  will  crown  his  chefen  "  land" 
With  fruitfulnefs  and  peace. 


*36  P'SAL  M    LXVIIL 

7  God  the  Redeemer  fcatters  round 
His  choiceft  favours  here, 
While  the  creation's  utmoft  bound 
Should  fee,  adore,  and  fear. 


JP  f  a  i  m     LXVIIL     \ft  Part.    Long  Metre. 
jT be  vengeance  and  companion  cf  God. 

i  /^  CD  will  arife  in  all  his  might, 

VT  And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight  : 
As  fmoke  that  fought  to  cloud  the  ikies, 
Before  the  rifmg  tempeil  fties. 

2  [Ke  comes  array'd  in  burning1  flames, 
Juftice  and  vengeance  are  his  names  ; 
Behold  his  fainting  foes  expire 

Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire.] 

3  He  rides  and  thunders  through  the  ftyi 
His  name  Jehovah  founds  on  high; 
Sing  to  his  name,  ye  fons  of  grace, 

Ye  faints  rejoice  before  his  face. 

4  The  widow  and  the  fatberlefs 
Fly  to  his  aid  in  (harp  diftrefs  ; 
In  him  the  poor  and  helplefs  find 
A  judge  that's  juft,  a  father  kind. 

5?  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 
And  pris'ners  fee  the  light  Again; 
But  rebels  Who  difpute  his  will, 
Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darkncfs  ft'ill. 

P  A  V  S   E. 

4  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  ; 

Crov/n  him  ye  nations  in  -your  fong  ; 

Kis  wond'rous  names  and  pcw'rs  rehearfe* 

His  honours  mall  enrich  yourverfe. 
7  He  makes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarftis  i 

How  terrible  is  God  in  arm's  ; 

In  IJr'el  are  his  mercies  known, 

Jfrel  is  his  peculiar  throne, 


P  S  A  L  M    LXVill.  137 

S  Proclaim  him  King,. pronounce  him  bleft, 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  reft ; 
When  terrours  rife  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

Psalm.    LXVIII.    zd  Part.    Long  Metre. 
Chrift's  afcenjion,  and  the  gift  of  the  Spirit. 

i   T*    ORD,  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  high, 
I   j   Ten  thoufand  angels  fili-'d  the  Iky  ; 
Thofe  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  to  attend  thy -ftate.  ; 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain,  could  appear  : 
More  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there  ; 
While  he  pronoune'd  his  dreadful  law, 
And  ft  ruck  the  chofen  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  pow'rs  of  hell, 
Which  thoufand  fouls  had  captive  made,  ■, 
Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led. 

4  Rais'd  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  fent  the  promis'd  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

Psalm    hXVlIl.      ^dPart.     Long  Metre..; 
Pr.aife  for  temporal  hlejjtngs  ;  or,  commenandfpirit- 

ual  mercies. 
I   T  T  7E  blefs  the  Lord,  the  juft  and  good, 
VV  •  Who  fills  our  hearts  withjoy  and  foods ; 
Who  pours  his  bleflings  from  the  fkies, 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fupplies. 
%  He  fends  the  fun  his  circuit  round,- 

To  cheer  the  fruits,  to.  warm  the  ground  5? 
He  bids  the  clouds  with  plenteous  rain  - 
Refrs  lh'the  thirfty  earth  again, . 
Ill  z.. 


*3»  P  S  A  L  M     LXIX. 

,3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  efcapes  from  death  ; 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong  ; 
He  helps  the  weak  and  guards  the  ftrong. 

4  He  makes  the  faint  and  finner  prove 
The  common  ble'mngs  of  his  love  ; 
But  the  wide  difference  that  remains, 
Is  endlefs  joys,  or  endlefs  pains. 

5  The  Lord,  whobruis'd  the  ferpent's  head*, 
On  all  the  ferpent's  feed  mail  tread  ; 
The  ftubborn  finner 's  hope  confound, 
And  fmite  him  with  a  lafting  wound. 

<5  But  his  right  hand  his  faints  ihall  raife 
From  the  deep  earth  or  deeper  feas; 
And  bring  them  to  his  courts  above, 
There  lhall  they  tafte  his  fpecial.  love. 

$  s  a  l  m     LXIX,      ift  Part.      Com.  Metre,, 

The  fujferings  of Chrift  for  our  fahvation. 
J,  "  O  AVE  me,  O  Lord,  the  fwelling  floods 

J5  "  Break  in  upon  my  foul : 
«'  I  fink  ;  and  forrows  o'ermy  head5 

«*  Like  mighty  waters  roll. 
%  r«  I  cry  Hill  all  my  voke  be  gone, 

"  In  tears  I  wafte  the  day  : 
•»  My  God,  behold  my  longing  eyes, 

"  And  Ihorten  thy  delay. 

3  «'  They  hate  my  foul  without  a  cauie, 

"  And  ftill  their  number  grows 
"  More  than  the  hairs  around  my  hea^. 
"  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 

4  «  'Twas  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  debt 

"  Which  men  could  never  pay, 
«  And  gave  thofe  honours  to  thy  law 
«  Which  fiwiers  tofcfc  away.". 


PSALM    LXIX.  139 

5  Thus,  in  the  great  Meffiatis  name, 
The  royal  Prophet  mourns  ; 
Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief, 
And  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 

4  "  Now  fhallthe  faints  rejoice  and  find, 

"  Salvation  in  my  name ; 
"  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load. 
"  Of  forrow,  gain  and  jhame* 

7  "  Grief,  like  a  garment,  cloth'd  me  rounds 

"  And  fackcloth  was  my  drefs, 
"  While  I  procur'd  for  naked  fouls 
**  A  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 

8  "  Among  my  brethren  and  the  Jews, 

"  I  like  a  ftranger  flood, 
'•  And  bore  their  vile  reproach,  to  bring. 
"  The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 

5  "  I  came,  in  finful  mortals  flead, 

"  To  do  my  Father's  will  ; 
'*  Yet  when  I  cleans'd  my  Father's  houfe., 
"  They  fcandaliz'd  my  zeal. 

10  "  My  falling  and  my  holy  groans 
"  Were  made  the  drunkard's  fong  ; 
««  But  God,  from  his  celeftial  throne, 
ft  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 

a  i  "  He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep„_ 
**  Nor  let  my  foul  be  drown'd  ; 
*«  He  rais'd  and  nx'd  my  fmking  feet 
¥  On  w«ll  eftablmVd  ground. 

12  "  'Twas  in  a  mbft  accepted  hour 
"  Myprayer  arofe  on  high  ; 
**  And  for  my  fake,  my  God  lhaH  heas. 
"  Tke  -dying  Tinners  "cry.'* 

-  r  f.ii^^ii  •  -  i 


i4p  PSAL  M.    LXIX. 

P  s  a  l  m    LXIX.      2d  Part.    Com.  Metre. 
The  pajjion  and  exaltation  of  Chrift. 

1  "TV  TOW  let  our  lips  with  holy  fear 
X^j    And  mournful  pleafure  fing 
The  fufPrings  of  our  Great  High  Prieft, 

The  forrows  of  our  King. 

2  He  finks  in  floods  of  deep  diftrefs ; . 

How  high  the  waters  rife  ; 
While  to  his  heav'nly  Father's  ear 
.  He  fends  perpetual  cries. 

3  "  Hear  me,  O  Lord,  and  fave  thy  Son, 

"  Nor  hide  thy  mining  face  ; 
"  Why  mould  thy  Fav'rite  look  like  one 
"  Forfaken  of  thy  grace  ? 

4  With  rage  they  perfecute  the  man, 

"  Who  groans  beneath  thy  wound,  i 
"  While  for  a  facrifice,  I  pour 
"  My  life  upon  the  ground. 

5  "  They  tread  my  honour  to  the  duft, 

"And  laugh  when  I  complain  ; 
"  Their  lharp  infulting  Danders  add 
"  Frefh.  anguifh  to  my  pain. 

j  "  All  my  reproach  is  known  to  thee, 
"  The  fcandal  and  the  lhame  ; 
'*  Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  hearti , 
"  And  lies  dehTd  my  name. 

7  "  I  look'd  for  pity,  but  in  vain  j- 
"  My  kindred  are  my  grief, 
"  I  aik  my  friends  for  comfort  round, 
«'  But  meet  with  no  relief. 

S  "  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirft, 
"  They  give  me  gall  for  food ; 
*'  And  fportingwithmy-dying  groans, 
■'.  Tii2/  triu  jiph  in  my  bload. 


PSALM    LXIX.  145 

9  "Shine  into  my  diftrefTed  foul, 

"  Let  thy  compafilon  fave  ; 
"  And  tho'  my  flefh  link  down  to  death, 
*f  Redeem 'it  from  the  grave. 

10  "  Ifhall  arife  to  praifetfbry  name, 

te  Shall  reign  in  worlds-unknown-^ 
"  And  thy  falvation,  O  my  God, 
"  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  throne.'* 


Psalm    LXIX.    -id  Part.    Common  Metre, 
OhriVCs  obedience   And  death:    or,  God  glorified,, 

And'firiners  faved. 
I  T^ATHER,  I  fing  thy  wond'rous  grate,. 
J7    1  blefs  my  Saviour's  name ; 
He  bought  falvation  for  the  poor, 
And  bore  the  Tinner's  ihame. 
t  His  deep  diftrefs  has  rais'd  us  high, 
His  duty  and  his  zeal, 
Fulfill'd  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 
And  finifti'd  all  thy  will. 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  fongs 

Shall  better  ple:fe  my  God, 
Than  harp  dr "trumpet's  folemn  found,. 
Than  goats  or  bullocks  bldod. 

4  This  mall  his  humble  foIPwers  fee, 

And  fet  their  hearts  at  reft ; 
They  by  his 'death  draw  near  to  lhee, 
And  live  for  ever  bleft. 

5  Let  heav'n  and  all  who  dwell  on  high, 

To  G6"d  their  voices  raife  ; 
While  lands  and  feas  affift  the  fky, 
And  join  t*a-dvahoe  his  prai&. 

6  Zion  is  thine,  moft  holy  God  ; 

Thy  Son  ft>alj  bkfs  her  gates  s 


H2  PSALM     LXIX. 

And  glory  purchas'd  by  his  blood, 
For  thine  own  Ifrael  waits. 


P  $  a  l  m    LXIX,     xft  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Chrift 'j  paffioffj  and  finners  fal<vation. 
i   TP\EEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 

JLJP  The  deeper  forrows  of  our  Lord ; 

Behold  the  rifrng  billows  roll, 

To  overwhelm  his  holy  foul. 
2  In  long  complaints  he  fpends  his  breath, 

While  holls  of  hell  and  pow'rs  of  death, 

And  all  the  fons  of  malice  join 

To  execute  their  curft  defign. 
.3  Yet,  grr.cious  God,  thy  pow'r  and  love 

Have  made  the  curfe  a  bleffmg  prove  ; 

Thofe  dreadful  fufTrings  of  thy  Son 

Aton'd  for  fins  which  we  had  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord, 
The  honours  of  thy  law  reftor'd; 
His  forrows  made  thy  juftice  known, 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 

5  O  for  his  fake  our  gurlt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  finner  live  : 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  mail  our  hope  be  turn'd  to  fhame. 

■M^M 

Psalm    LXIX.      zd  Part.    Long  Metre. 
Chrilt'i  fufferings  and  zeal. 

1  JfT^WAS  for  our  fakej  eternal  God, 

X     Thy  Son  fullain'd  that  heavy  load 
Of  bafe  reproach  and  fore  difgrace, 
And  fhame  defiPd  his  facred  face. 

2  The  Jeivr,  his  brethren  and  his  kia, 
Abus'd  the  man  who  check'd  their  fin  : 


PSALM    LXXL  i43 

While  he  fulfill'd  thy  holy  laws,  ^ 
They  hate  him^  but  without  a  caufe. 

3  ["  My  Father's  houfe  (faid  he)  was  made, 
"  A  place  for  worfhip,  not  for  trade  ;" 
Then  featuring  all  their  gold  andbrafs, 
He  fcourg'd  the  merchants  from  the  place.] 

4  [Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  God 
Confum'd  his  life,  expos'd  his  blood  ; 
Rsproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown, 

He  felt,  and  mourn'd  them  as  his  own.] 

5  His  friends  forfook,  his  followers  fled, 
While  foes  and  arms  furround  his  head  ; 
They  curfe  him  with  a'  lland'rous  tongue, 
And  the  falfe  judge  maintains  the  wrong, 

6  His  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies, 
And  charge  his  lips  with  blafphemies ; 
They  nail  him  to  the  fnameful  tree — 
There  hung  the  man  who  dy'd  for  me. 

7  [Wretches,  with  hearts  as  hard  as  ftones> 
Infult  his  piety  and  groans  ; 

Gall  was  the  food  they  gave  him  there, 
And  mock'd  his  thirft  with  vinegar.] 

8  But  God  beheld ;  and  from  his  throne 
Marks  out  the  men  who  hate  his  Son  ; 
The  hand  that  rais'd  him  from  the  dead, 
Shall  pour  forth  vengeance  on  their  head* 


Psalm    LXXL     ift  tart.    Common  Metre, 
The  agedfai  ntys  reflection  and  hope. 

1  ~\/[Y  God,  my  evedafting  hope, 
J  VA     I  live  upon  thy  truth  ; 

Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  ftrengthen'd  all  my  youth. 

2  My  flefh  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  pow'r> 

With  alhthefe  limbs  of  mine  ; 


HA  PSALM    LXXI. 

And  from  my  mother's  painful  hour 
I've  been  entirely  thine 
j  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  feen 
Repeated  ev'ry  year; 
Behold  my  days  that  yet  remain, 
I  truft  them  to  thy  care. 

4  Caft  me  not  off  when  ftrength  declines, 

When  hoary  hairs  arife ; 
And  round  me  let  thy  glory  mine, 
Whene'er  thy  fervant  dies' 

5  Then  in  the  hift'ry  of  my  age, 

When  men  review  my  days, 
They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page, 
In  ev'ry  line  thy  praife. 

Psalm    LXXI.     zd  Part.    Common  Metre, 
Chrift  our  ftrength  and  rigieoufnefs. 

1  1\/TY  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 
1VJL  When  I  begin  thy  praife, 

Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  !" 

2  Thou  art  my  everlafting  truft, 

Thy  goodnefs  I  adore  ! 
And  fince  I  knew  thy  graces  firft, 
I  fpeak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  mall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celeftial  road; 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  ftrengdi, 
To  fee  my  Father  God, 

4  When  I  am  fill'd  with  fore  diftrefs 

Forfome  furpriiing  fin, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteoufnefs, 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vict'ries  of  my  King  ! 


PSALM    LXXI.  14$ 

My  foul,  redeem'd  from  fin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  falvation  fing. 

6  [My  tongue  mall  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  Saviour  and  my  God, 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  mamcs 
And  drown'd  them  in  his  blood. 

7  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  pow*rs  ; 

With  this  delightful  fong 
I'll  entertain  the  darkeft  hours, 
Nor  think  the  feafon  long,] 

Psalm    LXXI.      ^dParU    Common  Metre. 

The  aged  chriftian's  prayer  and  Jong  i  or,  old    age, 

death,  and  the  reJurr^Bion, 

1  /^1  OD  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth* 
V_T  Thou  guide  of  all  my  days, 

I  have  declar'd  thy  heav'nly  truth. 
And  told  thy  wondVous  ways. 

2  Wilt  thou  forfake  my  hoary  hairs, 

And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 
Who  lhall  fuftainmy  finking  years, 
If  God  my  ftrength  depart  ? 

3  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 

To  the  furviving  age, 
And  leave  the  favour  of  thy  name, 
When  I  fhall  quit  the  ftage, 

4  The  land  of  fiknce  and  of  death 

Attends  my  next  remove  ; 
Omay  thefe  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love  t 
Pause. 

5  Thy  righteoufnefs  is  deep  and  high* 

Unfearchable  thy  deeds : 
Thy  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  fky, 
And  all  my  praife  exceeds^ 
N 


J46  P.S  A  L  M    .LXXII. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threat'nings  roar, 

And  oft  endur'd  the  grief  : 
But  when  thy  hand  has  preft  me  fore, 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 

7  By  long  experience  have  I  known 

Thy  lbv'reign  pow'r  to  fave  ; 
At  thy  command  I  venture  down 

Securely  to  the  grave. 
$  When  I  He  bury'd  deep  in  duft, 

My  flefh  fhall  be  thy  care  ; 
Thefe  with'ring  limbs  with  thee  I  trull, 

To  raife  them  ftrong  and  fair. 


Psalm    LXXII.     \ft  Part.     Long  Metre. 
The  kingdom  of  Chrift. 

1  f~^  REAT  God,  whofe  univerfal  fway 
V_^The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  pow'r,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  Thy  fceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
All  heav'n  fubmits  to  his  commands  ; 
His  jiiftice  fhall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  pow'r  he  vindicates  the  juft, 
And  treads  th'  oppreJTor  in  the  duft  ; 
His  worfhip  and  his  fear  fhall  lail, 

'Till  hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  paft. 

4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  fhall  he  fend  his  influence  down  : 
His  grace  on  fainting  fouls,  diftills 
Like  heav'ny  dew  on  thirfty  hills. 

5  The  heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  (hades  of  overfpreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  iirft  dawning  light, 
And  defarts  bloflbm  at  the  fight. 


P  S  A  L  M    LXX1I.  147 

The  faints  mall  flourifn  in  his  days, 
Dreft  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praife  ; 
Peace,  like  a  river,  from  his  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 


Psalm    LXXII.    zd  Pari.  Long  Metre, 
Chriil'V  kingdom  among  the  Gentiks. 

1  TESUS  fhali  reign  where'er  the  fun 
J    Does  his  fucceiTr/e  journies  run  ; 

Kis  kingdom  ftretch  from  more  to  fhore, 
'Till  moons  mail  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  [Behold  the  illands,  with  their  kings, 
And  Europe  her  belt  tribute  brings  ; 
From  north  to  fouth  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

3  There  Per/ia,  glorious  to  behold, 
There  India  mines  in  Eaftern  gold  ; 
And  barbarous  nations  at  his  word 
Submit,  and  bow,  and  own  their  Lord.] 

4  For  him  mall  endlefs  pray'r  be  made, 
And  praifes  throng  to  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name  like  fweet  perfume  mall  rife 
With  ev'ry  morning  facrifice. 

5  People  and  realms  of  ev'ry  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with,  fweeteil  fong  ; 
And  infant  voices  mail  proclaim 
Their  early  blemngs  on  his  name. 
Blemngs  abound  where'er  he  reigns, 
The  pns'ner  leaps  to  loofe  his  chains  ;: 
The  weary  rind  eternal  reft, 
And  all  the  fons  of  want  are  bleft. 
[Where  he  diiplays  his  healing  pow'r, 
Death  and  the  curfe  are  known  no  more  : 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boaft 
More  blemngs  than  their  father- loft- 


j48  PSALM    LXXIII. 

S  Letev'ry  creature  rife  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King  : 
Angels  defcend  with  fongs  again.. 
And  earth  repeat  the  long  AmenJ\ 

Psalm    LXXIH.      ifl  Part.     Com.  Metre- 
Ajjii  tied  faints  happy  >  and profperous  Jinners  curfed* 

\    \JCW  Pm    convinc'd  the  Lord  is  kind 
_1\|    To  men  of  heart  fincere, 
Yet  once  my  foolifh  thoughts  repin'd, 
And  border'd  on  defpair. 

2  I  griev'd  to  fee  the  wicked  thrive, 

And  fpoke  with  angry  breath, 
"  How  pleafant  and  profane  they  live  ! 
"  How  peaceful  is  their  death  ! 

3  "  With  well-fed  flefh  and  haughty  eyes 

"  They  lay  their  fears  to  fleep  ; 
(t  Againft  the  heav'ns  their  Hinders  rife, 

"  While  faints  in  filenceweep. 
4.  "  In  vain  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 

(t  And  cleanfe  my  heart  in  vain, 
"  For  I  am  chaften'd  all  the  day, 

"  The  night  renews  my  pain." 

5  Yet  while  my  tongue  indulg'd  complaints, 

I  felt  my  heart  reprove  ; 
"  Sure  I  mall  thus  offend  thy  faints, 
"  and  grieve  the  men  I  love. 

6  But  ftill  I  found  my  doubts  too  hard, 

The  conflict  too  fevere, 
'Till  I  retir'd   to  fearch  thy  word, 
And  learn  thy  fecrets  there. 

7  There,  as  in  fome  prophetic  glafs 

I  faw  the  linner's  feet 
High  mounted  on  a  flipp'ry  place, 
Above  a  fiery  pit. 


PSALM    LXXIIT.  149 

S  I  Heard  the  wretch  profanely  boaft, 
'Till  at  thy  frown  he  fell ; 
His  honours  like  a  dream  were  loft, 
And  he  awakes  in  hell. 
9  Lord,  what  an  envious  fool  I  was  ! 
How.  like  a  thoughtlefs  beaft  1 
Thus  to  fufpecl  thy  promis'd  grace,- 
And  think  the  wicked  bleft. 
10,  Yet  I  was  kept  from  fell  defpair, 
Upheld  by  pow'r  unknown  : 
That  blefied  hand  which  broke  the  fnare,. 
Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 

F  s  al  m    LXXUI.    2d  Part.    Com.  Metre. 

God  cur  portion  here  and  hereafter, 
i    S~^\  OD,  my  fupporter,  and  my  hope, 
\JT  My  help  for  ever  near  : 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up 
When  finking  in  defpair. 

2  Thy  counfeis,  Lord,  fhall  guide  my  feet- 

Through  this  dark  wildernefs  ; 
Thine  hand  conduct  me  near- thy  feat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 

'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 
And  while,  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee.- 

4,  What  if  the  fprings  of  life  were  broke. 
And  ilem  and  heart  mould  faint, 
God  is  my  foul's  eternal  rock, 
The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 
$  Behold  the  finners  who  remove 
Far  from  thy  prefence,  die  ; 
Not  all  the  idol  gods  they  love, 
Can.fave  them  when  they  cry. 

N   8. 


150  P  S  A  L  M    LXXIIL 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 
Shall  be  my  fweei:  employ  ; 
My  tongue  mail  found  thy  works  abroad* 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

H—ll 

Psalm    LXXIIL     Long  Metre. 
The  pro/per ity  offinners  curfed. 

1  T    ORD,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I, 
JLi  To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine. 
To  fee  the  wicked  plac'd  on  high, 

In  pride  and  robes  of  honour  mine  ! 

2  But,  O  their  end,  their  dreadful  end, 
Thy  fan&uary  taught  me  fo  : 

On  flipp'ry  rocks  I  fee  them  ftand, 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

3  Now,  let  them  boaft  how  tall  they  rife, 
I'll  never  envy  them  again  ; 

There  they  may  ftand  with  haughty  eyes, 
'Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endlefs  pain. 

4  Their  fancy'd  joys,  how  faft  they  flee  \ 
Juft  like  a  dream  when  man  awakes : 
Their  fongs  of  fofteft  harmony 

Are  but  a  preface  to  their  plagues. 

5  Now  I  efteem  their  mirth  and  wine, 
Too  dear  to  purchafe  with  my  blood  j 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 


Psalm    LXXIIL    Short  Metre. 
The  myftery  of  providence  unfolded. 
j  QURE  there's  a  righteous  God, 

O    Nor  is  religion  vain  ; 
Though  men  of  vice  may  boaft  aloud> 
And  men  of  grace  complain. 


PSALM    LXXIII.  151 

2  I  faw  the  wicked  rife, 

And  felt  my  heart  repine, 
While  haughty  fools,  with  fcornful  eyes, 
In  robes  of  honour  mine. 

3  [Pamper'd  with  wanton  eafe, 

Their  fleih  looks  full  and  fair  ; 
Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  feas, 
And  grows  without  their  care. 

4  Free  from  the  plagues^and  pains 

Which  pious  fouls  endure, 
Through  all  their  life  oppreffion  reigns, 
And  racks  the  humble  poor. 

5  Their  impious  tongues  blafpheme 

The  everlafting  God : 
Their  malice  blafts  the  good  man's  name* 
And  fpreads  its  lies  abroad. 

6  But  I  with  flowing  tears 

Indulg'd  my  doubts  to  rife  ; 
"  Is  there  a  God  who  fees  or  hears 
"  The  things  below  the  fkies  ?"] 

7  The  tumults  of  my  thoughts 

Held  me  in  hard  fufpenfe, 
'Till  to  thy  houfe  my  feet  were  brought 
To  learn  thy  juftice  thence. 

8  Thy  word,  with  light  and  pbw'r 

Did  my  miftakes  amend  ; 
I  view'd  the  finners  lives  before, 
But  here.  I  learnt  their  end. 

9  On  what  a  ilipp'ry  fteep 

The  thoughtlefs  wretches  go  t 
And  O  that  dreadful  fiery  deep, 
Which  waits  their  fall  beiow  ! 

10  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine  i 
I  call  my  God  my  portion  now, 
And  all  my  pow*rs  are  thine, 


i52  P  S  A  L  M    LXXIV. 

P  s  a  L  m    LXXIV.     Common  Metre. 
The  church  pleading  with  God  under  fore  perfection,, 

1  "TTTTLLGod   for  ever  caft  us  off? 

V  V       His  wrath  for  ever  fmoke 
Againft  the  people  of  his  love, 
His  little  chofen  flock  ? 
%  Think  of  the  tribes  fo  dearly  bought" 
With  their  Redeemer's  blood.; 
Nor  let  thy  Zion  be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  glory  ftood. 

3  Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  in  hafte; 
Aloud  our  ruin  calls  : 
See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  wafte 
Is  made  within  thy  walls  i 
,4  Where  once  thy  churches  pray'd  and  fang? 
Thy  foes  profanely  roar  ; 
Over  thy  gates  their  enfigns  hang, 
Sad  tokens  of  their  pow'r. 

5  Kow  are  the  feats  of  worfhip  broke  ! 

They  tear  thy  buildings  down, 
And  he  who  deals  the  heavieft  ftroke, 
Procures  the.  chief  renown. 

6  With  flames  they  threaten  to  deftroy 

Thy  children  in  their  neft ; 
"  Come,  let  us  burn  at  once  (they  cry) 
"  The  temple  and  the  prieft." 

7  And  ilill  to  heighten  our  diftrefs, 

Thy  prefence  is  withdrawn  ; 
Thy  wonted  figns  of  pow'r  and  grace, 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace  are  gone. 

2  No  prophet  fpeaks  to  calm  our  woes,. 

But  all  the  feers  mourn  ; 
There's  not  a  foul  among  us  know  v. 
Thetime  of  thy  return. 

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PSALM    LXXIV.  153 

9  How  long,  eternal  God,  how  long 

Shall  men  of  pride  blafpheme  ? 
Shall  faints  be  made  their  endlefs  fong. 
And  bear  immortal  fhame? 

10  Canft  thou  for  ever  fit  and  hear 

Thine  holy  name  profan'd  ? 
And  ftill  thy  jeaioufy  forbear, 
And  itill  withhold  thine  hand  ? 

1 1  What  flrange  deliv'rance  hall  thou  fhowr* 

In  ages  long  before  ? 
And  now  no  other  God  we  own, 
No  other  God  adore. 

12  Thou  didft  divide  the  raging  fea, 

By  thy  reiiftlefs  might, 
To  make  thy  tribes  a  wond'rous  way, 
And  then  fecure  their  flight. 

1 3  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine  ? 

The  darknefs  and  the  day  r 
Didfl  thou  not  bid  the  morning  fliine, 
And  mark  the  fun  his  way  ? 

14  Hath  notthypow'r  form'd  ev'ry  coaft. 

And  fet  the  earth  its  bounds, 
With  fummer's  heat  and  winter's  froft, 
In  their  perpetual  rounds  ? 

15  And  mall  the  fons  of  earth  and  dufl 

That  facred  pow'r  blafpheme  ? 
Will  not  thy  hand  which  form'd  them  firlt, 
Avenge  thy  injur  d  name  ? 

16  Think  on  the  cov'nant  thou  hail  made, 

And  all  thy  words  of  love  ; 
Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade, 
And  vex  thy  mourning  dove. 

1 7  Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  bloody 
And  make  our  hope  their  jeil ; 


154-  PSALM    LXXV. 

Plead  thine  owncaufe,  almighty  God, 
And  give  thy  children  reit. 

■■■■  —■■ 

P  s  a  l  u    LXKV.     Long  Metre. 
Pcuer  and  government  from  God  alone. 
j   npO  thee,  Ivloit  Holy,  and  Moft  High, 
JL     To  thee  we  bring  our  thankful  praife  ; 
Thy  worK.s  declare  thy  hand  is  nigh, 
Thy  works  01  wonder  rind  of  grace. 

2  rt  To  flav'ry  doorrfd,  thy  chtiffen  ifoxvs 
"  Beheld  their  foes  triii/npharit  rife  ; 

"  And  Tore  bp'pfeft  by  earthly  thrones, 
"  They  fought  the  Sov'reign  of  the  ikies. 

3  "  'Twas  then,  great  God,  with  equal  pow'ry 
"  Arofe  thy  vengeance  and  thy  grace, 

"  To  fcourge  their  legions  from  the  fhore, 
"  And  fave  the  remnant  of  thy  race." 

4  Let  haughty  Tinners  fink  their  pride; 
Nor  lift  lb  high  their  fcornfui  head  ; 
But  lay  their  foolim  thoughts  afide, 
And  own  the  "  empire"  God  hath  made. 

5  Such  honours  never  come  by  chance, 
Nor  do  the  winds  promotion  blow  ; 
'Tis  God  the  Judge  doth  one  advance  ; 
'Tis  God  who  lays  another  low. 

6  No  vain  pretence  to  royal  birth, 
Shall  rix  a  tyrant  on  the  throne  ; 
God,  the  great  Sov'reign  of  the  earth, 
Will  rife  and  make  his  juftice.  known, 

7  [His  hand  holds  out  the  dreadful  cup 

Of  vengeance,  mixM  with  various  plague?, 
To  make  the  wicked  drink  them  up, 
Wring  out,  and  tafte  the  bitter  dregs. 
%  Now  fhall  the  Lord  exalt  the  juft, 
And  while  he  tramples  on  the  proud, 


PSALM    LXXW.  155 

And  lays  their  glory  in  the  duft, 
Our  lips  fhail  fmg  his  praife  aloud.] 

Psalm    LXXVI.    Common  Metre. 
Ifrael faved,  and  the  Jffyrians  defrayed  :  or,  God\s 
vengeance   againji   his   enemies  proceeds  from  bis 
church. 

1  JN  Judah  God  of  old  was  known, 
J[    His  name  in  Ifrael  great ; 

.     In  Salem  flood  his  holy  throne, 
And  Zicn  was  his  feat. 

2  Among  the  praifes  of  his  faints, 

His  dwelling  there  he  chofe ; 
There  he  receiv'd  their  juft  complaints 
Againft  their  haughty  foes. 

3  From  Zion  went  his  dreadful  word, 

And  broke  the  threatening  fpear  ; 
The  bow,  the  arrows,  and  the  fword, 
And  crufh'd  th7  Affyrianvtzx. 

4  What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  elfe, 

But  mighty  hills  of  prey  r 
The  hill  on  which  Jehovah  dwells 
Is  glorious  more  than  they. 

5  'Twas  Zion's  King  who  ftopp'd  the  breath  '• 

Of  captains  and  their  bands  ; 
The  men  of  might  flept  fail  in  death, 

And  never  found  their  hands. 
At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 

Both  horfe  and  chariot  fell  : 
Who  knows  the  terrour  of  thy  rod  ! 

Thy  vengeance  who  can  tell  ? 
Whatpow'r  can  ftand  before  thy  fight,     - 

When  once  tfiy  wrath  appears  ? 
When  heav'n  ifiines   round  with   dreadful 

The  earth  lies  fell  and  fears*  [light, 


x56  PSA  L  M    LXXVII. 

3  When  God  in  his  own  fov'reign  ways 
Comes  down  to  fave  th'  oppreft, 
The  wrath  of  man  mall  work  his  praife. 
And  he'll  reftrain  the  reft. 

9  [Vow  to  the  Lord,  an<4  tribute  bring  ; 

Ye  princes,  fear  his  frown : 
Kis  terrours  make  the  proudeft  king, 
And  cuts  an  army  down. 

10  The  thunder  of  his  fharp  rebuke, 

Oar  haughty  foes  (hall  feel  : 
For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  forfook, 
But  dwells  in  Zion  ftill.] 

Psalm    LXXVII.  \JiPart.  Common  Metre. 
Melancholy  ajjaulting,  and  hope  prevailing. 

1  fT^O  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice, 

X      I  fought  his  gracious  ear, 

In  the  fad  day  when  troubles  rofe, 

And  fill'd  my  heart  with  fear. 

2  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights, 

My  foul  refus'd  relief; 
I  thought  on  God  the  juft  and  wife, 
But  thoughts  increas'd  my  grief. 

3  Still  I  complain'd,  and  ftill  oppreft, 

My  heart  began  to  break  : 
My  God,  thy  wrath  forbids  my  reft, 
And  kept  mine  eyes  awake. 

4  My  overwhelming  forrows  grew, 

'Till  I  could  fpeak  no  more ; 
Then  I  within  myfelf  withdrew, 
And  call'd  thy  judgments  o'er. 

5  Icali'd  back  years  and  ancient  times 

When  I  beheld  thy  face  : 
My  fpirit  fearch'd  for  fecret  crimes 
Which  might  withhold  thy  grace, 


PSALM    LXXVII.    »        i$7 

$  I  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind, 
Which  I  enjoy'd  before  ; 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  bt  kind  c 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 
7  Will  he  for  ever  call  me  off  f 
His  promife  ever  fail  r 
Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 
Shall  anger  ftill  prevail  ? 
3  But  I  forbid  this  hopelefs  thought, 

This  dark,  defpairing  frame,  .  .    .  i 

Rememb'ring  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought  ? 
Thy  hand  is  ftill  the  fame. 
<)  Fll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways5 
And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er, 
Thy  wonders  of  recov'ring  grate, 
When  flefh  could  help  no  more. 

10  Grace  dwells  with  jufticeon  the  throne  % 
And  men  who  love  thy  word 
Have  in  thy  fan&uary  known 
The  counfels  of  the  Lord. 


f  s  a  i  m    LXXVII.     2d  Part,     Com.  Metre, 
Comfort  derived  from  ancient  providences  d  or,  Ifrael 
delivered  from  Egypt,  and  brought  to  Canaan, 

1  "  TTOW  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  rod  ; 

J~JL    (May  thine  own  children  fay) 
"  The  great,  the  wife,  the  dreadful  God  ! 
"  How  holy  is  his  way  I*' 

2  I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old  ; 
The  King  who  reigns  above, 

I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told. 

And  learn  to  truft  his  love. 
Long  did  the  houfe  oijofeph  lie 

With  %^'syoke  oppreft; 
Long  he  deiay'd  to  hear  their  cry, 

Ner  gave  his  people  reft, 
O 


i58         PSALM    OAYIII. 

4  The  fons  of  good  6ld  Jacob  feem'd 

Abandon'd  to  their  foes ; 
But  his  almighty  arm  redeemed 
The  nation  which  he  chofe. 

5  Ifrael,  his  people  and  his  fheep, 

Muft  follow  where  he  calls  ! 
He  bade  them  venture  through  the  deep, 
And  made  the  waves  their  walls. 

6  The  waters  faw  thee,  mighty  God, 

The  waters  faw  thee  come  ; 
Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  ftood, 
To  make  thine  armies  room. 

7  Strange  was  thy  journey  through  the  fea* 

Thy  footfteps,  Lord,  unknown  ; 
Terrours  attend  the  wond'rous  way 
Which  brings  thy  mercies  down. 

8  [Thy  voice,  with  terrour  in  the  found, 

Through  clouds  and  darknefs  broke  ; 
All  heav'n  in  lightning  fhone  around, 
And  earth  with  thunder  fhook. 

9  Thine  arrows  through  the  fky  were  hurl'd. 

How  glorious  is  the  Lord  ! 
Surprifeand  trembling  feiz'd  the  world, 

And  his  own  faints  ador'd. 
io  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock, 

And  fafe  by  Mofes'  hand 
Through  a  dry  defart  led  his  flock 

Home  to  the  promis'd  land.] 


Psalm     LXXVIII.  if  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
Providences  of God   recorded;    or, pious   education 

and  infer  uBion  of  children. 
i   X    ET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
JL*     Which  God  perform'd  of  old  ; 
Which  in  ©ur  younger  years  we  faw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 


PSALM    LXXVIH.        159 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known  ; 

His  works  of  pow'r  and  grace  ; 
And  Ave'll  convey  his  wonders  down 
Through  ev'ry  rifmg  race. 

3  Our  lips  fliall  tell  them  to  our  fons, 

And  they  again  to  theirs, 
That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  mall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  fecurely  frauds, 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
But  preaife  his  commands. 

P  $  a  lm    LXXVIH.     zd  Part.     Com.Metr,:. 

Ifrael'.;    rebellion  and  punifoment  :    or,  the  fins  and 

ch aft i foments  oj 'God' 's people. 

1  /~\  WHAT  a  ftiff  rebellious  houfe 
\_/     Was  Jacob's  ancient  race  ! 
Falfe  to  their  own  moil  folemn  vows, 

And  to  their  Maker's  grace. 

2  They  broke  the  cov'nant  of  his  love, 

And  did  his  laws  defpife, 
Forgot  the  works  he  wrought  to  prove 
His  pow'r  before  their  eyes. 

3  They  faw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  light, 

From  his  avenging  hand, 
What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread  o'er  the  ftubborn  land  ! 

4  They  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  fea, 

And  march'd  in  fafety  through, 
With  wat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way, 
'Till  they  had  Tcap'd  the  foe. 

5  A  wond'rous  pillar  mark'd  the  road, 

Compos'd  of  made  and  light ; 
By  day  it  prov'd  a  ihelt'ring  cloud, 
A  leading  fire  by  night. 


i6o         PSALM    LXXVIir. 

6  He  from  the  rock  their  thirft  fupply'd  j 

The  gufhing  waters  fell, 
And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  fide, 
A  conftant  miracle. 

7  Yet  they  provok'dthe  Lord  moll  high,. 

And  dar'd  diftruft  his  hand  : 
*•  Can  he  with  bread  our  hoft  fupplv 
"  Amidil  this  defart  land?" 

£  The  Lord  with  indignation  heard,- 
And  caused  his  wrath  to  flame  ; 
Kis  terrours  ever  fland  prepar'd 
To  vindicate  his  name. 

Psalm    LXXVIII.    yd  Part,   Com.  Metre 
~¥he  punijbment    of  luxury  and    intemperance  :     cit 

chajtifetnent  and  faluation. 
■j   TT7HENi/rV/fms,  the  Lord  reproves, 
VV     And  fills  their  hearts  with  dread;. 
Yet  he  forgives  the  men  he  loves, 
And  fends  them  heav'nly  bread. 

2  He  fed  them  with  a  lib'ral  hand, 

And  made  his  treafures  known  ; 
He  gave  the  midnight  clouds  command 
To  pour  provifion  down. 

3  The  manna,  like  a  morning  fhow'r, 

Lay  thick  around  their  feet  ; 
The  corn  of  heavm,  fo  light,  lb  pure, 
As  though  'twere  angels*  meat. 

4  But  they  in  murm'ring  language  faid, 

"  Manna  is  all  our  tea  ft  ; 
"  We  loathe  this  light,  this  airy  bread  ; 
<•  We  muft  have  tlefti  to  tafte.'" 

5  «  Ye  fhalt  have  fTefh  to  pleafe  your  haft,'* 

The  Lord  in  wrath  reply'd  ; 
And  lent  them  quails  like  fand  or  duft, 
Heap-'d-  up  from  fide  to  fide. 


PSALM    LXXVIIl.  161 

6  He  gave  them  all  their  own  defire  ; 

And  greedy  as  they  fed, 
His  vengeance  burnt  with  fecretnre, 
And  fmote  the  rebels  dead. 

7  When  fome  were  flain,  the  reft  returned, 

And  fought  the  Lord  with  tears  ; 
Under  the  rod  they  fear'd  and  mourn'd, 
But  foon  forgot  their  fears. 

S  Oft  he  chaftis'd,  andftill  forgave, 
'Till  by  his  gracious  hand, 
The  nation  he  refolv'd  to  fave, 
Poffefs'd  the  promis'd  land* 

Psalm    LXXVIIL     Long  Metre. 
Backfdding  and  Jorgi-venefs  ;    or,  fin  punijhed  and 

faints  faved. 
i   r^\  REAT  God,  how  oft  did  Ifrael  prove 
VJjr  By  turns  thine  anger  and  thy  love  ?    - 
There  in  a  glafs  our  hearts  may  fee 
How  fickle  and  how  falfe  they  be. 

2  How  foon  the  faithlefs  Jews  forgot 
The  dreaful  wonders  God  had  wrought ! 
Then  they  provoke  him  to  his  face, 
Nor  fear  his  pow'r,  nor  truft  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  confum'd  their  years  in  pain, 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain  ; 

A  tedious  march,  through  unknown  ways, 
Wore  out  their  ftrength,  and  fpent  their  days, 

4  Oft  when  they  faw  their  brethren  flain, 
They  mourn'd  and  fought  the  Lord  again  ; 
CalPd  him  the  Rock  of  their  abode, 
Their  high  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

5  Their  pray'rs  and  vows  before  him  rife 
As  flatt'ring  words  or  folemn  lies, 
While  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 

F  alfe  to  his  cov'nant  and  his  love. 
0  z 


m  P  S  A  L  M    LXXX. 

6  Yet  did  his  fov'reign  grace  forgive 
The  men  who  ne'er  deferv'd  to  live  j 
His  anger  oft  away  he  turri'd, 

Or  elfe  with  gentle  flame  it  burn'd. 

7  He  law  their  ftefh,  was  weak  and  frail, 
He  law  temptations  it  111  prevail : 
The  God  of  Abraham  lov'd  them  ftill, 
And  led  them  to  his  holv  hill. 


Psalm-    LXXX.      Long  Metre. 

tf'he  church's  prayer  under  ajftifiion  :.  or,  the  -vineyard 
cf  God  wafted. 

1    /  "^  REAT  Shepherd  of  thine  Ifrael, 

VJT  Who  didft  between  the  cherubs  dweB* 
And  led  the  tribes,  thy  chofen  iheep, 
Safe  through  the  defartand  the  deep. 

a  Thy  church  is  in  the  defart  now, 

Shine  from  on  high  and  guide  it  through  5 
Turn  us. to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  fhallbe  fav'd  and  figh  no  more. 

3  Great  God,  whom  heav'nly  hofts  obey, 
How  long  lhall  we  lament  and  pray, 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ? 
How  long  lhall  thy  fierce  anger  burn  ? 

4  Inftead  of  wine  and  cheerful  bread, 

Thy  faints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed  i 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  lhall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 
Pause       i. 

5  Haft  thou  not  planted  with  thy  hands- 
A  lovely  vine  in  Heathen  lands  ? 
.Did  not  thy  pow'r  defend  it  round, 
And  heav'nly  dews  enrich  the  ground  t 

i  How  did  the  fpreading  branches  fhoot,. 
And  blefs  the  nations  with  the  fruit .? 


PSALM    LXXXI.  ib: 

But  now,  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  fee 
Thy  mourning  vine>  that  lovely  tree. 

7  Why  is  its  beauty  thurs  defac'd  ? 
Why  haft  thou  laid  her  fences  wade  :. 
Strangers  and  foes  againlt  her  join, 
Andev'ry  beaft  devours  the  vine. 

2  Return,  almighty  God,  return  ; 

Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn  s 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  mall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 
Pause      it. 

9  Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew, 
Thou  waft  its  ftrength  and  glory  too  ! 
Attack'd  in  vain  by  all  its  foes, 

'Till  the  fair  Branch  of  promife  rofe. 

10  Fair  Branch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  moot 
From  David's  ftock,  from  Jacob's  root  % 
Himfelf  a  noble  Vine,  and  we 

The  leffer  branches  of  the  Tree. 

1 1  'Tis  thy  own  Son  ;  and  he  mall  ftand 
Girt  with  thy  ftrength,  at  thy  right  hand  ^ 
Thy  nrft-born  Son  ador'd  and  bleft 
With  paw *r  and  grace  above  the  reft. 

Z2  O  !  for  his  fake  attend  our  cry, 
Shine,  on  thy  churches,  left  they  die  > 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reitore, 
We  fnall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more  - 


P  saj.  m    LXXXI.     Short  Metre. 

&%g  nxip.rni.ng  of  God   to   his  people  i   or,  fpiriiuau 

biejjings  and  punijkments* 

i  QING  to  the  Lord  aloud, 

O    And  make  a  joyful  noife  ; 
-Qod  is  our  ftrength,  our  Saviour  Qod  5 
Let  Ifr'el  hear  his  voices 


164  PSALM    LXXXIL 

2  "  From  vile  idolatry, 

"  Preferve  my  worfhip  clean ; 

"  I  am  the  Lord  who  fet  thee  free 

"  From  flav'ry  and  from  fin. 

3  "  Stretch  thy  defires  abroad, 

"  And  I'll  fupply  them  well  ; 
' '  But  if  ye  will  refufe  your  God, 
"  If  Ifr'el  will  rebel: 

4  "  I'll  leave  them,  faith  the  Lord, 

".  To  their  own  lufts  a  prey, 
"  And  let  them  run  the  dang'rous  road, 
"  'Tis  their  own  chofen  way. 

5  "  Yet  O !  that  all  my  faints 

"  Would  hearken  to  my  voice  ; 

"  Soon  I  would  eafe  their  fore  complaints, 

"  And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

6  "  While  I  deftroy'd  their  foes, 

"  I'd  richly  feed  my  flock, 
"  And  they  Ihould  tafte  the  ftream  that  flows 
"  From  their  eternal  Rock." 


Psalm    LXXXIL     Long  Metre. 
:  God    the  fupreme    Gc-uernour  :  or,    magiftraUs 

nvarned, 
i      A   MONG  th'  aflemblies  of  the  great, 
X\  A  greater  Ruler  takes  his  feat  ; 
The  God  of  heav'n,  as  Judge,  furveys 
Thofe  gods  on  earth,  and  all  their  ways. 

2  Why  will  ye  then  frame  wicked  laws  ? 
Or  why  fupport  th'  unrighteous  caufe? 
When  will  ye  once  defend  the  poor, 
That  finners  vex  the  faints  no  more  ? 

3  They  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  they  know* 
Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go  ; 
Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain, 

For  they  fhall  fall  and  die  like  men, 


PSALM    LXXXIII.        i55 

4  Arife,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Sen 
Poifefs  his  univerfal  throne, 
And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod, 
He  is  our  Judge,  and  he  our  God. 

Psalm    LXXXIIL     Short  Metre, 

A  cornplaint  againjl  perfecv.ters. 
i      A   ND  will  the  God  of  grace 
JLX.     Perpetual  file  nee  keep  ? 
The  God  of  juftice  hold  his  peace, 
And  let  his  vengeance  lleep  ? 

2  Behold  what  curfed  ftiares 

The  men  of  hiifchief  fpread  r 
The  men  who  hate  thy  faints,  and  thee^ 
Lift  up  their  threat'ning  head. 

3  Agaitfft  thy  hidden  ones. 

Their  counfels  they  employ, 
And  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye, 
Purfues  them  to  deftroy. 

4  The  noble  and  the  bafe 

Into  thy  paftures  leap  ; 
The  lion  and  the  ftupid  afs 

Confpire  to  vex  thy  iheep. 

5  "  Come,  let  us  join,  they  cry, 

"  To  root  them  from  the  ground* 
"  'Till  not  the  name  of  faints  remain-. 
i(  Nor  mem'ry  fhail  be  found.'' 

6  Awake,  almighty  God, 

And  call  thy  wrath  to  mind  ; 
Give  them  like  forefrs  to  the  fire, 
Or  ftubble  to  the  wind. 

7  Convince  their  madnefs,  Lord, 

And  make  them  feek  thy  name  : 
Or  elfe  their  llubborn  rage  confound. 
That  they  may  die  in  fhame. 


166  P  S  A  L  M     LXXXIV. 

8  Then  fliall  the  nations  knew 

That  glorious,  dreadful  word  ; 

Jehcvah  !—  -is,  thy  name  alone. 
And  thou  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

P  s  a  l  m   LXXXIV.     \Ji  Part.    Long  Metre. 
9 rbe  plcafurc  of  public  ivorjhlp. 

i   7JOW  pleafant,  how  divinely  f  iir, 
XT!  O  Lord  of  hofts,  thy  dwellings  are  ! 
With  long  defire  my  fpirit  faints 
To  meet  th' affemblies  of  thy  faints. 

2  My  flefh  would  reft  in  thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 
My  God,  my  King,  why  fhonld  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee? 

3  The  fparrow  chufes  where  to  reft, 
And  for  her  young  provides  a  neft  ; 
But  will  my  God  to  fp arrows  grant 
That  pleafure  which  his  children  want  ? 

4  Bleft  are  the  faints  who  fit  on  high 
Around  thy  throne  of  majefty  ; 
Thy  brighteft  glories  mine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praife   and  love. 

5  Bleft  are  the  fouls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  feek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praife. 

6  Bleft  are  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  fet 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  ; 

God  is  their  ftrength ;  and  thro'  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper  God. 

7  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  ftrength, 
'Till  all  fhall  meet  in  heav'n  at  length  ; 
'Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worfhip  there. 


PSALM    LXXXIV.  167 

}  $  al  m    LXXXIV.     id  Part.     Long  Metre, 
God  and  bis  church  :  or  y  grace  and  glory. 

GREAT  God,  attend  while  Zion  fmgs, 
The  joy  that  from  thy  prefencefprings: 
To  fpend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth, 
Exceeds  a  thoufand  days  of  mirth. 
Might  I  enjoy  the  meaneft  place 
Within  thyhoufe,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  eafe,  nor  thrones  of  pow'r 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 
God  is  our  fun,  he  makes  our  day : 
God  is  our  fhield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  affaults  of  hell  and  fin, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 
4-  All  needful  grace  will  God  heftow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  tool 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 
OGod,  our  King,  whofe  fov'reign  fway 
The  glorious  hofts  of  heav'n  obev, 
And  devils  at  thy  prefence  flee,     * ' 
Bleft  is  the  man  who  trufts  in  thee. 

Ml  Hi  twd        

Psalm    LXXXIV.     Common  Metre. 

Paraphrafed. 

delight  in  ordinances  of  wcrjhip  :  or,  God  prefint  in 

his  churches. 

MY  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
To  which  thy  God  reforts  ! 
Tis  heav'n  to  fee  his  fmiling  face, 

Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 
There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  Ikies 

His  faying  pow'r  difplays, 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 
With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 


1 68        PSALM    LXXXIV. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  Dove, 
Defcends  and  fills  the  place, 
While  Cbriti  reveals  his  wond'rous  love, 
And  ill eds  abroad  his  grace. 
,4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 
The  fecrets  of  thy  will  ; 
And  ftill  we  feek  thy  mercies  there, 
And  ling  thy  pisifes  Hill. 
P  a  u  s  ?:. 

5  My  heart  and  ilefh  cry  out  for  thee, 

While  far  from  thine  abode  ; 
When  mall  I  tread  thy  courts,  and  fee 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  ? 

6  The  fparrow  builds  herfelf  a  neft, 

And  iuffers  no  remove  ; 
O  make  me,  like  the  fparrow,  bleii, 
To  dwell  but  where  I  love. 

7  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 

And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 
Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
Employ1  d  in  carnal  joys. 

8  Lord,  at  thy  threfhold  I  would  wait 

While  J  ejus  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  Hate, 
Or  live  in  tents  of  fin, 

9  Could  I  command  the  fpacious  land. 

And  the  more  boundlefs  fea, 
JF<5t  one  blelt  hour  at  thy  right  hand 
I'd  give  them  both  away. 


t  a  l  m    LXXXIV.  Particular  Metre\ 
Longing  for  the  houfe  cfGoD. 
ORD  of  the  worlds  above, 


L 


How  pleafant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples  are  ! 


PSALM    LXXX1V.  169 

To  thine  abode 
My  heart  afpires, 
With  warm  defireSi 
To  fee  my  God. 

z  The  fparrow  for  her  young. 
With  pleafure  feeks  a  neft, 
And  Wand'ring  fwallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  reft : 

My  fpirit  faints, 

With  equal  zeal, 

To  rife  and  dwell 

Among  thy  faints. 
3  O  happy  fouls  who  pray, 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear! 
O  happy  men  who  pay 
Their  conftant  fervice  there! 

They  praife  thee  ftill ; 

And  happy  they 

Who  love  the  way 

To  Zionls  hill. 
4  They  go  from  ftrength  to  ftrength. 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears» 
'Till  each  arrives  at  length  ; 
^Till  each  in  heav'n  appears. 

0  glorious  feat, 
When  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring 
Our  willing  feet  i 

P  A    V  S    E: 

5  To  fpend  one  facred  day, 
Where  God  and  faints  abide> 
Affords  diviner  joy 
Than  thoufand  days  befide  $ 
Where  God  reforts* 

1  love  it  more 

P 


o  PSALM    LXXXV. 

To  keep  the  door, 

Than  mine  in  courts. 
6  God  is  our  fun  and  fhield, 
Our  light  and  our  defence  ; 
With  gifts  his  hands  are  fill'd, 
We  draw  our  bleflings  thence. 

He  fhall  beftow 

On  Jacob's  race, 

Peculiar  grace 

And  glory  too. 
The  Lord  his  people  loves : 
His  hand  no  good  withholds 
From  thofehis  heart  approves, 
From  pure  and  pious  fouls  ; 

Thrice  happy  he, 

O  God  of  hofts, 

Whofe  fpirit  trufts 

Alone  in  thee. 


P  sj  l  $?    LXXXV.     \JtPart.     Long  Metre. 

Waiting  for  an  anfwer  to  prayer  :  or,   deliverance 
begun  and  completed. 

i   X    ORD,  thou  haft  calPd  thy  grace  to  min  d, 
\_^  Thou  haft  revers'd  our  heavy  doom  ; 
So  God  forgave  when  Ifr'el  finn'd, 
And  brought  his  wand'ring  captives  home. 

z  Thou  haft  begun  to  fet  us  free, 
And  make  thy  fierceft  wrath  abate  : 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee, 
And  thy  falvation  be  complete. 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 
And  let  thy  faints  in  thee  rejoice  ; 
Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word  ; 
We  wait  for  praife  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  fay  ; 
Hell  fpeak,  and  give  his  people  paacs : 


PSALM     LXXXV,   LXXXVI.      171 

But  let  them  run  no  more  aftray, 
Left  his  returning  wrath  increafe. 

Psalm    LXXXV.    id  Part.    Long  Metre. 
Salvation  by  Chrift. 

1  QALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh 

j^  To  fouls  who  fear  and  truft  the  Lord ; 
And  grace  defcending  from  on  high, 
Frefh  hopes  of  glory  (hall  afford. 

2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Since  Chrift  the  Lord  came  down  from  heav'n : 
By  his  obedience  fo  complete, 
Juflice  is  pieas'd,  and  peace  is  giv'n. 

3  Now  truth  and  honour  mall  abound, 
Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 

And  heav'nly  influence  blefs  the  ground, 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentle  reign, 

4  His  righteoufnefs  is  gone  before, 
To  give  us  free  accefs  to  God : 

Our  wand'ring  feet  fhall  ftray  no  more, 
But  mark  his  fteps  and  keep  the  road. 

Psalm    LXXXVI.      Common  Metre* 
A general Jong  ofpraife  to  God. 

1  A   MONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 
jf\    There's  none  hath  pow'r  divine  ; 
Nor  is  there  nature,  mighty  Lord, 

Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 

2  The  nations  thou  haft  made,  foail  bring 

Their  ofF rings  round  thy  throne  ; 
For  thou  alone  doft  wond'rous  things, 
For  thou  art  God  alone. 

3  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet ; 

Teach  me  thine  teav'nly  ways, 


f72     PSALM  LXXXVII,  LXXXIX. 

And  my  poor  fcatter'd  thoughts  unite 
In  God  my  Father's  praife. 

4  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  tongue 

Shall  thofe  fweet  wonders  tell, 
How  by  thy  grace  my  finking  foul 
Rofe  from  the  deeps  of  hell. 

P  s  A  l  u    LXXXVII.     Long  Metre. 
The  church  the  birth-place  of  the  faints  :  cr.  Je*v* 

and  Gentiles  united  in  the  Chrijlian  church. 
j  f^S  OD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 

VJT  Foundations  for  his  heav'nly  praife  t 

He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 

But  ftill  in  tim  loves  to  dwell. 
2  His  mercy  viiits  ev^ry  houfe 

That  pay  its  night  and  morning  vo*fr$  ; 

But  makes  a  more  delightful  ftay 

Where  churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray. 
j  What  glories  were  defcrib'd  of  old  ! 

What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told  1 

Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  mall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 
4-  Egypt  mid  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 

Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew  : 

Angels  and  men  mall  join  to  fing 

The  hill  where  living  waters  fpring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  his  laft  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  an  honour  to  appear 

As  one  new-born,  cr  nourmVd  there. 


P  s  al  m    LXXXDC     if  Part.    Long  Metre.. 
The  covenant  piadei'jjfhChiift:  or,  the  tmeDa<vi<L. 
I   TyOREVER  fhall  my  fong  record 
Jj    The  tru  th  and  m  ercy  of  the.  Lor  I , 


PSALM    LXXXIX.  173 

Mercy  and  truth  for  ever  ftand 
Like  heav'n  eftablifh'd  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  Son  he  fware,  and  faid, 

"  With  thee  my  cov'nant  firft  is  made  ; 
*'  In  thee  Ihall  dying  tinners  live, 
ft  Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  grve. 

3  "  Be  thou  my  Prophet,  thou  my  Prieft  ; 
"  Thy  children  lhall  be  ever  bleft  ; 

"  Thou  art  my  chofen  King,  thy  throne 
"  Shall  ftand  eternal,  like  my  own. 

4  "  There's  none  of  all  my  fons  above. 
"  So  much  my  image  or  my  love  ; 

"  Celeftial  pow'rs  thy  fubje&s  are  ; 

"  Then  what  can  earth  to  thee  compare  ? 

5  «?  David,  my  fervant,  whom  I  chofe, 

(t  To  guard  my  flock,  to  crufh  my  foes, 
«*  And  rais'd  him  to  the  Jewifh  throne, 
"  Was  but  a  fhadow  of  my  Son." 

6  Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  fmg 
J  ejus  her  Saviour  and  her  King  ; 
Angels  his  heav'nly  wonders  mow, 
And  faints  declare  his  works  below. 


Psalm    LXXXIX.  if  Part.  Common  Metre, 
The  faith fulnefs  of  God. 

1  "]i  JTY  never-ceafing  fongs  lhall  mow 
JLVx    The  mercies  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  make  fucceeding  ages  know 

How  faithful  is  his  word. 

2  The  facred  truths  his  lips  pronounce^ 

Shall  firm  as  heav'n  endure  ; 
And  if  hefpeak  a  promife  once, 
Th'  eternal  grace  is  fure. 

3  How  long  the  race  of  David  held; 

The  promis'd  Jewiih  throne !  i .  „ 

P  2 


274  PSALM    LXXXTX. 

But  there's  a  nobler  cov'nant  feal'd 
To  David's  greater  Son. 

4  His  feed  for  ever  fh-all  pofl'efs 

A  throne  above  the  Ikies  ; 
The  meaneft  fubjecl  of  his  grace 
Shall  to  that  glory,  rife.. 

5  Lord  God  of  hofts,  thywond'rous  ways 

Are  fung  by  faints  above  ; 
And  faints  on  earth  their  honours  raife 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 

Psalm    LXXXIX.     id  Fart.     Com.  Metre. 
The  power  and  majejly  of  God  :  or,   referential 

nvorjhip. 
i   T  T  7TTH  rev'rejice  let  the  faints-appear^ 
VV     And  bow  before  the  Lord, 
His  high  commands  with  rev'rence.hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word  ! 

2  How  terrible  thy  glories  rife  ! 

How  bright  thy  beauties  fhine  ! 
Where  is  the  pow'r  with  thee  that  vies  ? 
Or  truth  compar'd  with  thine  ? 

3  The  northern  pole,  and  fouthern  reft 

On  thy  fupporting  hand  ; 
Darknefs  and  day,  from  eaft  to  weft 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  word  the  raging  winds  controul> 

And  rule  the  boift'rous  deep  : 
Thou  rnak'fl  the  Heaping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  biliows  deep. 

5  Heav'n,  earth,  and  air,  and  fea  are  thine% 

And  the  dark  world  of  hell ; 
How  dit*  thine  arm  in  vengeance  fhine> 
When  Egypt  durft  rebel ! 

6  Juftice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne^ 

Yftwond'rous  is  thy  gra^e  ; 


P  S  A  L  M    LXXXIX.        175 

"While  truth  and  mercy  join'd  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  face~ 


P  s  a  l.  m    LXXXIX.    ylRart.     Com.  Metre, 

A  bleffed  go/pel. 
i   TJ  LEST  are  the  fouls  who  hear  and  knovr 
J3  The  gofpel's  joyful  found ; 
Peace  fhall  attend  the  paths  they  go, 
And  light  their  fteps  furround. 

2  Their  joy  fhall  bear  their  fpirits  up 

Through  their  Redeemer's  name  y 
His  rlghteoufnefs  exalts  their  hope,.. 
Nor  Satan  dares  condemn. 

3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence,. 

Strength  and  falvation  gives :  - 
J/rV  thy  King  forever  reigns> , 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives. 


P  s  a  l  m  LXXXIX.    #h  Part.    Com.  Metre,. 
Chrift'j  mediatorial  kingdom  :   or,   his  di-vine  and' 

human  nature. 
3  TTEAR  what  the  Lord  in  vifiori  faid> 
XjL    And  made  his  mercy  known  :.. 
"  Sinners,  behold,  your  help  is  laid 
"  On  my  almighty  Son." 

2  Behold  the  man  my  wifdom  chofe 

Among  your  mortal  race  ; 
His  head  my  holy  oil  o'erHows, 
The  Spirit  of  my  grace. 

3  High  fhall  he  reign  on  David's  throne, 

My  people's  better  King-; 
My  arm  fhall  beat  his-  rivals  down, 
And  flillnew  fubjects  bring. 
/l  My  truth  fhall  guard  hirain  his  way> 
With  mercy  by  his  fide;, 


176         PSALM    LXXXIX. 

While  in  my  name  o'er  earth  and  fea 
He  mall  in  triumph  ride. 

5  Me  for  his  Father  and  his  God, 

He  fhall  for  ever  own, 
Call  me  his  rock,  his  high  abode, 
And  I'll  fupport  my  Son. 

6  My  firft-born  Son,  array'd  in  grace, 

At  my  right  hand  mall  fit ; 
Beneath  him  angels  knew  their  place, 
And  monarchs  at  his  feet. 

7  My  cov'nant  Hands  for  ever  faft, 

My  promifes  are  ftrong  ; 
Firm  as  the  heav'ns  his  throne  fhall  laft, 
His  feed  endure  as  long. 

Psalm    LXXXIX.    $tb  Part.    Com.  Metre, 

The  covenant  of  grace  unchangeable  :   or,  officii  en 

without  rejection. 

1  X7ET  (faith  the  Lord)  if  David's  race, 

X      The  children  of  my  Son, 
Should  break  my  laws,  abufe  my  grace, 
And  tempt  mine  anger  down  : 

2  Their  fins  I'll  vifit  with  the  rod, 

And  make  their  folly  fmart ; 
But  I'll  not  ceafe  to  be  their  God, 
Nor  from  my  truth  depart*. 

3  My  cov'nant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 

But  keep  my  grace  in  mind  ; 
And  what  eternal  love  hath  fpoke, 
Eternal  truth  fhall  bind. 

4  Once  have  I  fworn  (I  need  no  more) 

And  pledg'd  my  holinefs., 
To  feal  the  facred  promife  fure 
To  David  and  his  race. 

5  The  fun  fhall  fee  his  offspring  rife, 

And  fpresd  from  fea  to  fea, 


PSAL  M    LXXXIX.         177 

Long  as  he  travels  round  the  fkies, 

To  give  the  nations  day. 
6  Sure  as  the  moon  which  rules  the  night, 

His  kingdom  fhall  endure, 
'Till  the  fix'd  laws  of  fhade  and  light 

Shall  be  obferv'd  no  more. 


P  sa  l  m    LXXXIX.    zd  Part..    Long  Metre* 
Mortality  and  hope. 
A  funeral  Pfalm- 

1  T)  EMEMBER,Lord,  our  mortal  ftate, 
J\^  How  frail  our  life,  how  fhortthe  date4 
Where  is  the  man  who  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  difeafe,  fecure  from  death  I 

2  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  nations  die, 
Our  ftefh  and  fenfe  repine  and  cry, 

"  Mull  death  forever  rage  and  reign  ? 
"  Or  haft  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ? 

3  "  Where  is  thy  promife  to  the  juft  ? 

"  Are  not  thy  fervaiits  turn'd  to.dufl  V9 
But  faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  fighs, 
And  fees  the  fleeping  dull  arife. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away, 
And  clears,  the  honour  of  thy  word  ; 
Awake  our  fouls  and  blefs  the  Lord. 

Psalm    LXXXIX.    Particular  Metre^ 

Life,  death  a?>d  the  refurredion. 
1  ''T^HINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man  ; 
X     How  few  his  hours,  how  ihort  his  fpan5 
Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  ; 
Who  can  fecure  his  vital  breath 
Againfl  the  bold  demands  of  death, 
With  fkill  to  fry,.cr  pow'r  to  fave  ? 


178  PSALM    XC. 

2  Lord,  mall  it  be  for  ever  faid, 

"  The  race  of  man  was  only  made 

«*  For  ficknefs,  forrow  and  the  duft  ?'* 
Are  not  thy  fervants  day  by  day 
Sent  to  their  graves,  and  turn'd  to  clay  ? 
Lord,  where's  thy  kindnefs  to  the  juft  ? 

3  Haft  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  Son, 
And  all  his  feed  a  heav'nly  crown  ? 

But  flefti  and  fenfe  indulge  defpair  1 
For  ever  bleifed  be  the  Lord, 
That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word* 

And  rind  a  refurrection  there. 

4  For  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 

Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward, 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach,  and  pain; 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wond'rous  love, 
And  each  repeat  their  loud  Amen, 

P  s  a  l  m    XC.     Long  Mefre. 

Man  mortal,  and  Go  D  eternal. 
A  mournful  fong  at  a  funeral. 

1  npHROUGH  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God, 

X    Thou  art  our  reft,  our  fafe  abode  : 
High  was  thy  throne  ere  heav'n  was  made> 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footftool  laid. 

2  Long  hadft  thou  reign'd  ere  time  began, 
Or  duft  was  fafhion'd  to  a  man  ; 

And  long  thy  kingdom  fhall  endure, 
When  earth  and  time  fhall  be  no  niore. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  : 

Thy  dreadful  fentence,  Lord,  was  jufV— 
"  Return,  ye  finners,  to  your  daft. " 

4  [A  thoufand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account, 


PSALM    XC.  179 

Like  yefterday's  departed  light, 
Or  thelaft  watch  of  ending  night.] 
Pause, 

5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  ftream, 
Sweeps  us  away ;  our  life's  a  dream  ; 
An  empty  tale  ;  a  morning  flow'r, 
Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour. 

6  [Our  age  to  feventy  years  is  fet  : 

How  fhort  the  term  !  how  frail  the  ftate  I 

And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 

We  rather  figh  and  groan,  than  live- 

7  Bat  O  !  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  offour  expected  years  ! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread  : 
We  fear  the  pow'r  which  ftrikes  us  dead.] 

3  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  ; 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  fpan, 
'Till  a  wife  care  of  piety 
Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 


Psalm    XC.      ift  Part.     Common  Metre* 

Man  f rally  and  Ggd  eternal. 
3   /^UR  God,  our  help  in  ages  pad, 
\J  Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  fhelter  from  the  ftormy  blaft, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

2  Under  the  fhadow  of  thy  throne, 

Thy  faints  have  dwelt  fecure, 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  fure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood, 

Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 
From  everlafting  thou  art  God, 
To  endlefs  years  the  fame, 


xSo  PSALM    XC. 

4  Thy  word  -commands  our  flefh  to  duft, 

"  Return,  ye  fons  of  men  ;w 
All  nations  rofe  from  earth  at  ftrft, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 

5  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight 

Are  like  an  ev'ning  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  which  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rifing  fun. 

6  [The  bufy  tribes  of  flefh  and  blood, 

With  ail  their  lives  and  cares, 
Are  carry'd  downwards  by  the  flood, 
And  loft  in  foll'wing  years* 

7  Time,  like  an  ever-rollingTftream, 

Bears  all  its  fons  away  ; 
They  fly,  forgotten  as  a  dream 

Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 
S  Like  fiow'ry  fields  the  nations  ftand, 

Pleas'd  with  the  morning  light : 
The  flow'rs  beneath  the  mower's  hand, 

Lie  with'ring  ere  'tis  night*] 
9  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  part, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  laft, 

And  our  eternal  home. 


Psalm    XC     zd  Part.   Common  Metre. 
Infirmities  and  mortality  the  effeft  cffin ;  or,  life,  eld 

age,  and  preparation  for  death. 
i   T"    ORD,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults, 
I   j  And  juftice  grow  fevere, 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts* 
And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 
2  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  dufl : 
By  one  offence  to  thee, 
Adam  with  all  his  fons  have  loft 
Their  immortality. 


P  SALM    XC.  *Sr 

Life,  like  a. vain  amufement  flies, 

A  fable  or  a  fong  ; 
By  fwift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 

Nor  can  our  joys  be  long.  r 

'Tis  but  a  few  whofe  days  amount 

To  threefcore  years  and  ten  ; 
And  all  beyond  that  fhort  account 

Is  forrow,  toil,  and  pain. 
[Our  vitals  with  laborious  ftrife 

Bear  up  the  crazy  load,  * 

And  drag  thofe  poor  remains  of  life 

Along  the  tirefome  road.] 
Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone  ; 
O  let  our  fweet  experience  prove 

The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 
Our  fouls  would  learn  the  heav'nly  art 

T*  improve  the  hours  we  have, 
That  we  may  act  the  wifer  part, 

And  live  beyond  the  grave. 


Psalm    XC.     yiPart.    Common  Metre* 
Breathing  after  heaven. 

RETURN,  O  God  of  love,  return ; 
Earth  is  a  tirefome  place ; 
Kow  long  mall  we  thy  children, -mourn 
Our  abfence  from  thy  face  ? 
i  Let  heav'n  fucceed  our  painful  years, 
Let  fin  and  forrow  ceafe  ; 
And  in  proportion  to  our  tears> 
So  make  our  joys  increafe. 
y  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  fhow, 
Make  thy  own  work  complete  ; 
Then  mail  our  fouls  thy  glory  knew. 
And  own  thy  love  was  great* 


182  PSALM    XC,  XCL 

4  Then  fhall  we  fhine  before  thy  throne 
In  all  thy  beauty,  Lord  ; 
And  the  poor  fervlce  we  have  done. 
Meet  a  divine  reward. 


Psalm    XC.    Short  Metre. 
^he frailty  and  jhortnefs  of  life. 
i   T    ORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
A_-4  Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ! 
Our  life  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 

Which  fcarce  deferves  the  name  ! 

2  Alas !  'twas  brittle  clay 

Which  built  our  body  firft  ! 
And  ev'ry  month,  and  ev'ry  day 
'Tis  mould'ring  back  to  dull. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Nor  will  our  minutes  ftay  ; 
Juft  like  a  flood  our  hafty  days 
Are  fweeping  us  away. 

4  Well,  if  our  days  mull:  fly, 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  fight  ; 
We'll  fpend  them  all  in  wifdom's  way, 
And  let  them  fpeed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  fooner  o'er 

This  life's  tempeftuous  fea : 
Soon  we  fhall  reach  the  peaceful  ihore 
Of  ble ft  eternity. 


Psalm    XCI.     Long  Metre. 
Safety  in  public  difeafes  and  dangers. 

HE  who  hath  made  his  refuge,  God, 
Shall  find  a  moil  fecure  abode  ; 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  fhade, 
And  there  at  night  fhall  reft  his  head. 


PSALM    XCL  183 

*  Then  will  I  fay,  "  My  God,  thy  pow'r 
"  Shall  be  my  fortrefs  and  my  tow'r  : 
"  I  who  am  form'd  of  feeble  duft, 
**  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  trail-** 

3  Thrice  happy  man !  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  fnare  ! 
Satan,  the  fowler,  who  betrays 
Unguarded  fouls  a  thoufand  ways. 

4  Julias  a  hen  protects  her  brood 

From  birds  of  prey  that  feek  their  blood., 
Under  her  feathers,  fo  the  Lord 
Makes  his  own  arm  his  people's  guard. 

5  If  burning  beams  of  noon  confpire 
To  dart  a  peftilential  fire, 

God  is  their  life,  his  wings  are  fpread 
To  fhield  them  with  a  healthful  made. 

6  If  vapours  with  malignant  breath 

Rife  thick,  and  fcatter  midnight  death* 
Jfrael  is  fafe :  the  poifon'd  air 
Grows  pure,  if  IfraeVs  God  be  there* 
Pa  use, 

7  What  though  a  thoufand  at  thy  fide, 
At  thy  right  hand  ten  thoufand  dy'd. 
Thy  God  his  chofen  peeple  faves, 
Among  the  dead,  amidft  the  graves, 

S  So  when  he  fent  his  angel  down 
To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known, 
And  flew  their  fons,  his  careful  eye 
Part  all  the  doors  of  Jacoh  by. 

9  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  fword, 
Receive  commiiiion  from  the  Lord,. 
To  itrike  his  faints  among  the  reft, 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  blefL 

10  The  fword,  the  peftilence,  or  fii^e,. 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  beft  defwre  5 


j  84  P  S  A  L  M    XCL 

From  fins  and  forrows  fet  them  free, 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee. 

Psalm    XCI.    Common  Metre. 
Protection  from  death,  guard  of  angels,  vulory  am( 
deliverance* 

I   '^T'E  fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 
X      Expos'd  to  ev'ry  ihare, 
Come,  make  the  Lord,  your  dwelling-place,. 
And  try,  and  truft  his  care. 

2  No  ill  fhall  enter  where  you  dwell ; 

Or,  if  the  piague  come  nigh, 
And  fweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raife  his  faints.on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  all  their  ways  : 
To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  lleep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  Their  hands  mail  bear  you,  left  you  faii; 

And  dam  agamft  the  fto.»es  ; 
Are  they  not  fervants  at  his  call, 
And  fent  f  attend  his  fons  ? 

5  Adders  and  lions  ye  fhall  tread  ; 

The  tempter's  wiles  defeat ; 
He  who  hath  broke  the  ferpent's  head, 
Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 
5  "  Becaufe  en  me  they  fet  their  love, 
"  I'll  fave  them  (faith  the  Lord) 
Cf  I'll  bear  their  joyful  fouls  above 
"  Deftruftion  and'  the  fwont 
7  u  My  grace  fhall  aniwer  when  they  call ; 
"  In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh  ; 
"  My  pow'r  mail  help  them  when  they  fa 
M  Andraife  them  when  they  d;r 


psalm  xcrr.  185 

%  "  Thofe  who  on  earth  my  name  have  known, 
"  I'll  honour  them  in  heav'n' : 
<(  There  my  falvation  mail  be  mown, 
**  And  endiefs  life  be  giv'n." 

Psalm      XCII.     jft  Part.     Long  Metre; 
A  Pfalm  for  the  Lord's  day. 

1  Q  WEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
O  Topratfe  thy  name,  give  thanks  andnjig, 
To  mew  thy  love  by  morning  light, 

And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft, 

No  mortal  cares  mail  feize  my  breaft  :- 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  folemn  found  1 

3  My  heart  fhall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  works>  andblefs  his  word  ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  mine  t* 
How  deep  thy  counfels !  how  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  raife  their  thoughts  fo  high  ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die,- 
Like  grafs  theyflouriih,  'till  thy  breath 
Blaflthem  in  everlafting  death. 

5  But  I  ihall  mare  a  glorious  part. 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  hearty 
And  frefh  fupplies  of  joy  are  fhed, 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Sin  (my  worft  enemy  before) 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more ; 
My  inward  foes  mall  all  be  flain, 
Nor  fatan  break  my  peace  again. 

7  Then  ihall  I  fee,  and  hear,  and  knov>v 
All  I  defir'd  or  wifh'd  below ; 

And  ev'ry  pow'r  find  fweet  employ/ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy.,- 


i86  PSAL  W  XCIIL 

Psalm   XCII.    2d  Part.  Long  Metre. 
The  church  is  the  garden  of  God. 

1  T"    ORD,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  ftand 

I   u  In  gardens  planted  by  thine  hand  ; : 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  feen 
Like  a  young  Cedar,  freih  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faith  and  love,- 
Bleft  with  thine  influence  from  above  j 
Not  Lebamn  with  all  its  trees 

Yields  fuch  a  comely  fight  as  thefe. 

3;  The  plants  of  grace  frkll  ever  live  : 
(Nature  decays  but  grace  muft  thrive) 
Time  which  doth  all  things  elfe  impair, 
Still  makes  them  flourifh  ftrong  and  fair. 

4.  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  fhew 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juft  and  true  : 
None  who  attend  his  gates  mail  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 


Psalm   XCIIL     Long  Metre. 
The  eternal  and  fo<vereign  God. 
j    TEHOVAH  reigns )  he  dwells  in  light  %\ 
^  J    Girded  with  majefty  and  might : 
The  world  created  by  his  hands, 
Still  on  its  flrft  foundation  ftands. 

2  But  ere  this  fpacious  world  was  made,. 
Or  had  its  flrft  foundations  laidj 
Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 
Thyfelf  the  ever-living  God.. 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rife, 
And  aim  their  rage  againnV  the  fkies  ;  ^ 
Vain  floods  which  aim  their  rage  fo  high? 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  For  ever  mall  thy  throne  endure ; 
Thy  promile ftands  for  ever  fure-  y 


P  S  A  L  M     XCIII;  187- 

And  everlafiing  holinefs 

Becomes  the:  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 

P  s  Ait m  XCIII.   \fi  Part.  Particular  Metre, ... 
irT^HE  Lord  of  glory  reigns ; .  he  reigns  or  • 

JL  hish>- 

His  robes  of  ftate  are  ftrength  and  majeftg  ; 
This  wide  creation  rofe  at  his  command, 
Built  by  his  word,  and  'ftablifh'd  by  his  hand :  • 
Long.ftood  his  throne  ere  he  began  creation, 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation- 
z  God  is  th'  eternal  King  !    thy  foes  in  vain 
Raife  their  rebellion  to  confound  thy  reign  ; 
In  vain  the  ftorms,  in  vain  the  floods  arife, 
And  roar,  and  tofs  their  waves  againfl:  the  fides  ;- 
Foaming,   at  heav'n,    they  rage  with  wild: 

commotion, 
But  heaven's-  high  arches  fcorn  the  fwelling 
ocean. 
3  Ye  tempefts  rage  no  more;  ye  floods  beftill;; 
And  the  mad  world  obedient  to  his  will : 
Built  on  his -truth,  his  church  muftever  ftand  5 ; 
Firm  are  his  promifes,  and  ftrong  his  hand  : 
See  his  own.fons,  when  they  appear  before- 

him, 
Bow  at  his   foot-ftool,  and  with  -fear  adore 
him. 


Psalm    XCIII.    id,  Part.  Particular  Metre, 
1   r  I  \HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
X       And  royal  ftate  maintains, 
His  head  with  awful  glories  crown'dj 
Array 'd  in  robes  of  light, 
Begirt  with  foVreign  might, 
And  rays  of  majefty  around. 


iS8  P  S  A  L  M    XCLV. 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands, 
The  world  fecurely  ftands, 

And  fkies  and  ftars  obey  thy  word: 
Thy  throne  was  fix'd  on  high, 
Betore  the  ftarry  iky  : 

Eternal4s  thy  kingdom  Lord,, 

3  In  vain  the  noify  crowd, 
Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 

Againft  thine  empire  rage  and  rpar  ; 

In  vain  with  angry  fpite 

The  furiy  nations  fight, 
And  dalh  like  waves  againft  the  more. 

4  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 
And  all  their  pow'rs  engage, 

Let  fweliing  tides  aifault  the  iky  : 
Theterrours  of  thy  frown, 
Shall  beat  their  madnefc  down  : 

Thy  throne  for  ever  ftands  on  high. 

5  Thy  promifes  are  true, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  new  : 

There  fix'd  thy  church  mall  ne'er  remove  J. 

Thy  faints  with  holy  fear, 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  fmg  thine  everiafting  love. 
Repeat  the fourth  ft anza,  if  necejfary. 

Psalm    XCIV.     ift  Part,     Com.  Metre. 
Saints  chajlifed,  andfmners.deftroyed  :  or,  iujlru#i<u* 

ajjlifiions. 
v  y~\  GOD,    to  whom  revenge  belongs, 
V_J    Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud  ; 
Let  fovereign  pow'r  redrefs  our  wrongs, 
Letjufticefmite  the  proud, 
a  They  fay,  "  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor  hears"  *£ 
When  will  the  fools  be  wife,  I 


PSALM    XCIV.  189 

Can  he  be  deaf,  whs  form'd  their  ears  ? 
Or  blind,  who  made  their  eyes  ? 

3  He  knows  their  impious  thoughts    are  vain*. 

And  they  (hall  feel  his  pow'r  5 
Piis  wrath  mall  pierce  their -ibuls  with  pahv 
In  fome  iurpriiing  hour. 

4  But  if  thy  faints  deferve  rebuke, 

Thou  haft  a  gentler  rod ; 
Thy  providences  and  thy  book 
Shall  make  them  know  their  God. 

5  Bleft  is  the  man  thy  hands  chaftife, 

And  to  his  duty  draw  : 
Thy  fcourges  make  thy  children  wifg>r 
When  they  forget  thy  law. 

6  But  God  will  ne'er  cafi:  off  his  faints^ 

Nor  his  own  promife  break  ; 
He  pardons  his  inheritance, 
For  their  Redeemer's  fake,. 


£  s  al  m    XCIV.     %d  Bart..   Com.  Metre, 
£rOd  our  fupport  and  comfort  :  or,  deluverance 'frotn 

temptation  and  pgrfzcution. 
I   T^THO  will  arife  and  plead  my  right, 
VV      Againfrmy  num'rous  foes  ; 
While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
And  all  my' hopes  ©ppofe. 
2.  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help, 
Suftain'd  my  fainting,  head, 
My  life  had  now  in  filerice  dwelt, 
My  foul,  among  the  dead, 
3  "  Alas,  my  Aiding  feet!"  I  cry'd, 
Thy  promife  was  my  prop  ; 
Thy  grace  ftood  coriftant  by  my  fide,. 
Thy  Spirit  b;ore  me.up, . 


,9o  PSALM    XCV. 

4.  When  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 
Within  my  bofom  roll, 
Thy  boundlefs  love  forgives  my  faults, 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  foul. 

5  Pow'rs  of  iniquity  may  rife, 

And  frame  pernicious  laws ; 
But  God  my  refuge  rules  the  Ikies, 
He  will  defend  my  caufe. 

6  Let  malice  vet;?  her  rage  aloud  ; 

Let  bold  bhf  hemers  feoff  ; 
The  Lord  our  God  fhall  judge  the  proudy 
And  cut  the  finners  off. 


P  s  a  l  m    XCV.     Common  Metre. 
A  pf&lm  before  prayer. 
x  QING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name* 
J5    And  in  his  ftrength  rejoice  ;, 
When  his  falvation  is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  fight, 

And  pfalms  of  honour  fin  g  ; 
.    The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundlefs  might> 
The  whole  creation's  King. 

3  Let  Princes  hear,  let  angels  know, 

How  mean  their  natures  feem,. 
Thofe  godson  high,  and  gods  below,. 
When  once  compar'd  with  him. 

4  Earth  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  id  his  fpacious  hand  ; 
He  fix'd  the  feas  what  bounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  muft  Hand. 

5  Come,  And  with  humble  fouls  adore, 

Come  kneel  before  his  face  ; 
Q  may  the  creatures  of  his  pow'r 
Be  children  of  his  gracs. 


PSALM    XCV.  i9r 

&  Now  is  the  time  he  bends  his  ear, 
And  waits  for  your  requeft  ; 
Come,  left  heroufe  his  wrath,  and  fwear 
"  Ye  mall  not  fee  my  reft." 

Psalm    XCV.     Short  Metre, 
A  pfalm  before  fcrmon. 

1  /^OME,  found  his  praife  abroad, 
\^r    And  hymns  of  glory  fing ; 

Jehovah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 
"The  univerfal  King. 

2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown ; 

He  gave  the  feas  their  bound  ; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  folid  ground. 

3  'Come,  worfhip  at  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own, 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  To  day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

5  But  if  your  ears  refufe 

The  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  ^row  hard,  like  ftubborn  Je&h 
That  unbelieving  race  : 

6  ThQ,Lord  in  vengeance  dreft. 

Will  lift  his  hand  and  fwear, 
"**  You  who  defpis'd  my  promis'd  reft, 
Shall  have  no  portion  there." 

Psalm    XCV.    Long  Metre. 
Canaan  loft  through  unbelief :  or,  a  warning  to  de- 
laying jinners.. 
l  f~^0  ME,  let  our  voices  join  to  raife 
V^z    A  facred  fong  of  folemn  praife  ; 


a92  PSALM    XCVI. 

God  is  a  fov'reign  King  ;  rehearfe 
His  honours  in  exalted  verle. 

2  Come,  let  our  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
Who  fram'd  our  natures  with  his  word* 
He  is  our  Shepherd  ;  we  the  fiieep, 
His  mercy  chofe,  his  pafturcs  keep. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counfels  of  his  love  obey  ; 
Nor  let  our  harden'd  hearts  renew 
The  fins  and  plagues  which  Ifrael  knew. 

4  ..Ifrael,  who  faw  his  works  of  grace, 
Yet  tempt  their  Maker  to  his  face ; 
A  faith lefs  unbelieving  brood, 
That  tir'd  the  patience  of  their  God. 

5  Thus  fakh  the  Lord,  fC  how  falfe  they  prove  I 
"  Forget  my  pow'r,  abufe  my  love  ; 

"  Since  they  defpife  my  reft,  I  fware 
"  Their  feet  mall  never  enter  there.'* 

6  [Look  back  my  foul  with  holy  dread, 
And  view  thofe  ancient  rebels  dead  5 
Attend  the  otter'd  grace  to-day, 
Nor  lofe  the  bleflings  by  delay. 

7  Siezethe  kind  promife  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Zion's  heav'nly  gates ; 
Believe  and  take  the promis'd  reft; 
Obey  and  be  for  ever  bleft.] 

P  s  a  l  m    XCVL     Common   Metre 
GhnRfsfirft  andfscond  cotning. 
I   QING  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands 
O  Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue ; 
His  new  difcover'd  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  fong. 
1  Say  to  the  nations,  Jefus  reigns, 
God's  own  almighty  Son  j 


PSALM    XCVI.  i93 

His  pow'r  the  finking  world  fuftains, 
And  grace  furrounds  his  throne. 

3  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 
Joy  through  the  earth  be  feen  ; 
Let  cities  fhine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 
.4  Let  an  unufual  joy  furprife 
The  iflands  of  the  fea  ; 
Ye  mountains  fink,  ye  vallies  rife, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold  he  comes,  he  comes  to  blefs 

The  nations  as  their  God  ; 
To  mew  the  world  his  righteoufne&s 
And  fend  his  truth  abroad. 

6  But  when  his  voice  mail  raife  the  dead, 

And  bid  the  world  draw  near, 
How  will  the  guilty  nations  dread 
To  fee  their  Judge  appear  ! 

P  s  a  l  m    XCVI.    Particular  Metre. 
The  God  of  the  Gentiles. 

i   T*    ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife, 
I    j  To  fmg  the  choiceft  pfalm  of  praife  ; 

To  fmg  and  blefs  Jehovah's  name  ; 
His  glory  let  the  Heathens  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  mow, 
And  all  his  faving  works  proclaim. 

2  The  Heathens  know  thy  glory,  Lord ; 
The  wond'rirjg  nations  read  thy  word; 

Among  us  is  Jehovah  known  ; 
Our  wormip  mall  no  more  be  paid 
To  gods  w-hich  mortal  hands  have  made  5 

Our  Maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3  He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  fky* 
He  made  the  mining  worlds  on  high,, 

R 


i94  PSALM    XCVII. 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there  : 
His  beams  are  majefty  and  light ; 
Kis  beauties,  how  divinely  bright  ! 

His  temple,  how  divinely  fair  ! 
4  Come,  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  lhail  feel  his  laving  pow'r, 

And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name  ; 
Then  mall  the  race  of  men  confefs 
The  beauty  of  his  holineis, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

Psalm    XCVJJ.     \fi  Part.    Long  Metre. 
Christ  reigning  in  hea<vyn,and  coming  to  judgment, 

i   1    TE  reigns,  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns, 
JL  JL  Praife  him  in  evangelic  ftrains ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  in  fongs  rejoice, 
And  diftant  iilands  join  their  voice. 

2  Deep  are  his  counfels  and  unknown  ; 
But  grace  and  truth  fupport  his  throne  : 
Though  gloomy  clouds  his  way  furround, 
Juftice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo,  he  comes ! 
Shakes  the  wide  earth  and  cleaves  the  tombs ; 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 

The  mountains  melt,  the  feas  retire. 

4  His  enemies  with  fore  difmay, 

Fly  from  the  fight  and  fhun  the  day  ; 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  faints  on  high, 
And  £ng,  for  your  redemption's  nigh. 

Psalm    XCVII.     2d  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Christ's  incarnation. 
%  rr^HE  Lord  is  come,  the  heav'ns  proclaim 
X     His  birth ;  the  nations  learn  his  name  % 
An  unknown  flar  directs  the  road 
Of  eaftern  fages  to  their  God. 


PSALM    XCVII.  195 

2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  fkies, 
Go,  worfhip  where  the  Saviour  lies  ; 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Thofe  gods  on  high  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worfhippers  confound  : 

But  Judah  fhout,  but  Zion  fing, 

And  earth  confefs  her  fov'reign  King. 

Psalm    XCVII.    3^  Part.    Long  Metre, 
Grace  and  glory. 

1  rr^H'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high, 

X     O'er  aH  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  iky  ; 
Though  clouds  and  darknefs  veil  his  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-feat. 

2  O  ye  who  love  his  holy  name, 
Hate  ev'ry  work  of  fin  and  ihame  ; 
He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends, 
A.nd  from  the  fnares  of  hell  defends. 

3  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  faints  in  darknefs  fown  ; 
Thofe  glorious  feeds  fhall  fpring  and  rife, 
And  the  bright  harvefi  blefs  our  eyes. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  facred  honours  of  the  Lord  ; 
None,  but  the  foul  who  feels  his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  holinefs. 

Psalm    XCVII.     Common  Metre. 
Chriil'j-  incarnation,  and  the  loft  judgment. 

1  X^E  iflands  of  the  northern  fea, 

X     Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 
His  word  like  fire  prepares  his  way, 
And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 

2  His  prefence  finks  the  proudeft  hills, 

And  makes  the  vallies  rife  ; 


j96  P  S  A  L  M    XCVIII. 

The  humble  foirl  enjoys  hisfmiles, 
The  haughty  (inner  dies. 

3  The  heav'ns*  his  rightful  pow'r  proclaim  ; 

The  idol  gods  around, 
Fill  their  own  wcrfhippers  with  fhame, 
And  totter  to  the  ground. 

4  Adoring  angels  at  his  birth 

Made  the  Redeemer  known  ; 
Thus  fhall  he  come  to  judge  the  earth, 
And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

5  His  foes  fhall  tremble  at  his  fighfe, 

And  hills  and  feas  retire  ; 
His  children  take  their  unknown  flight, 
And  leave  the  world  on  fire. 

6  The  feeds  of  joy  and  glory  fown 

For  faints  in  darknefs  here, 
Shall  rife  and  fpring  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  a  rich  harveil  bear. 


Psalm    XCVIII.     \fi  Part.    Com.  Metre, 

Praifefor  the  go/pel. 
I  rTPO  our  almighty  Maker,  God, 
X       New  honours  he  addreft  ; 
His  great  falvation  mines  abroad, 
And  makes  the  nations  bleft. 
z  He  fpake  the  word  to  Abratim  firrt, 
His  truth  fulfils  his  grace  ; 
The  Gentiles  make  his  name  their  truft- 
And  learn  his  righteoufnefs. 
3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 
With  all  her  dirT'rent  tongues  ; 
And  fpread  the  honours  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  fongs. 


PSALM  XCVItl,  XCIX.  i97 

Psalm  XCVIH.    2d  Part.  Common  Metre. 

The  Meniah'j  coming  and  kingdom. 
1    TOY  to  the  world :  the  Lord  is  come ; 
J    Let-earth  receive  her  King  : 
Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heav'n  and  nature  fing. 

z  Joy  to  the  earth  ;  the  Saviour  reigns ; 
Let  men  their  fongs  employ  : 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains 
Repeat  the  founding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  fins  and  forrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infeft  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  bleffings  flow 
Far  as  the  curfe  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 


Psalm    XCIX.    ift  Part.    Short  Metre". 
Chrift's  kingdom  and  majejiy. 

1  r  §  ^HE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 

X      Let  all  the  nations  fear  : 

Let  finners.  tremble  at  his  throne, 

And  faints  be  humble  there. 

2  Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns, 

Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  ; 
Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  ltand, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 

3  In  Zion  is  his  throne, 

His  honours  are  divine  : 
His  church  fiiall  make  his  wonders  known : 
For  there  his  glories  ihine. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name  ! 

Hqw  terrible  his  praife  ! 
R  2 


198  PSALM  xcix,  e; 

Juftice  and  truth,  and  judgment  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

Psalm    XCIX.    2d  Part.   Short  Metre, 
A  holy  God  ivorjhipped  with  reverence* 

1  T?  XALT  the  Lord  our  God, 

t^j    And  worfhip  at  his  feet  mr 
His  nature  is  all  holinefs, 
And  mercy  is  his  feat. 

2  When  Ifrael was  his  church, 

When  Aaron  was  his  prieft, 
When  Mofes  cry'd,  when  Samuel  pray'd, 
He  gave  his  people  reft. 

3  Oft  he  forgave  their  fins, 

Nor  would  deftroy  their  race  ; 
And  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  known, 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whofe  grace  is  ftill  the  lame  ;. 
Still  he's  a  God  of  holinefs, 
And  jealous  for  his  name.. 


Psalm    C.     ift  Part.   Long  Metre. 
A  plain  tranflation. 
Praife  to  our  Creator. 
t  \7"E  nations  of  the  earth  rejoice 

\     Before  the  Lord  your  fov'reign  King, 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  fing. 

2  /The  Lord  is  God ;  'tis  he  alone 

Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give  ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  notour  own  ; 
The  Iheep  which  on  his  paftures  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  fongs  of  joy, 

*  With  prai  fe  s  to  his  courts  repair ; 


PSALM    C.  199 

And  make  it  your  divine  employ, 
To  pay  your  thanks  and  honours  there. 
4  The  Lord  is  good  ;  the  Lord  is  kind  ; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  fure ; 
And  the  wnole  race  of  man  ihali  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 


Psalm    C     zd  Part.    Long  Metre, 
A  Paraphrafe. 

1  OING  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice ; 
^)  Let  ev'ry  land  his  name  adore  ; 
The  Northern  ifles  mall  fend  the  noifc 
Acrofs  the  ocean  to  the  fhore. 

2  Nations  attend  before  his  throne 
With  folemn  fear,  with  facred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone : 
He  can  create,  and  he  deftroy. 

3  His  fov'reign  pow'r,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay  and  form'd  us  men ; 
And  when  like  wand'ring  fheep  we  flray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

4  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
€>ur  fouls  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What  lafting  honours  mall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

5  We'll  croud  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs, 
High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raife  ; 

And  earth  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 

6  Wide  as  the  world  is.  thy  command, 
Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  muft  fland, 
When  rolling  years  fhall  ceafe  to  move* 


200  PSALM    CI. 

Psalm    CI.     LongMetre* 
The  magijir ale's  pfalm. 
i   ~\  ^ERCY  and  judgment  are  my  fong, 
JLVJL   And  fince  they  both  to  thee  belong, 
'My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King, 
To  thee  my  fongs  and  vows  I  bring. 

2  If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  fword, 

I'll  take  my  counfels  from  thy  word  ; 
Thy  jultice  and  thy  heav'nly  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 

3  Let  wifdom  all  my  actions  guide, 
And  let  my  God  with  me  refide  ; 

No  wicked  thing  ihall  dwell  with  me, 
Which  may  provoke  thy  jealoufy. 

4  Nofons  offiander,  rage  and  flrife, 
Shall  be  companions  of  my  life  ; 
The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride, 
Within  my  doors  fnall  ne'er  abide. 

5  [Pii  fearch  the  land  and  raife  the  juft 
To  ports  of  honour,  wealth  and  truft ; 
The  men  who  work  thy  holy  will, 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav'rites  itill.] 

6  In  vain  mail  finners  hope  to  rife 
By  tiati'rir.g  or  malicious  lies  ; 
And  while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
The  bold  offender  ihan't  be  fpar'd. 

7  The  impious  crew,  that  factious  band? 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land  : 
And  all  who  break  the  public  reft, 
Where  I  have  pow'r,  mail  be  fupprefl. 


■o 


Psalm    CI.     Common  Metre. 
A  pfalm  for  the  mafler  of  a  family* 
F  juftice  and  of  grace  I  fing, 
And  pay  my  God  my  vows  ; 


PSALM    CII.  v>\ 

Thy  grace  and  juftice,  heav'nly  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  my  houfe. 

z  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God  repair, 
And  make  thy  fervant  wife ; 
I'll  fuffer  nothing  near  me  there, 
That  mail  offend  thine  eyes. 

3  The  man  who  doth  his  neighbour  wrong, 

By  faiiehood  cr  by  force, 
The  fcornful  eye,  the  fland'rous  tongue, 
I'll  thruft  them  from  my  doors. 

4  I'll  feek  the  faithful  and  the  juft, 

And  will  their  help  enjoy  ; 
Thefe  are  the  friends  whom  I  ihall  trufr, 
The  fervants  I'll  employ. 

5  The  wretch  who  deals  in  fly  deceit, 

I'll  not  endure  a  night : 
The  liar's  tongue  I  ever  hate, 
And  banifh  from  my  fight, 

6  I'll  purge  my  family  around, 

And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 
So  fhall  my  houfe  be  ever  found 
A  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 

Psalm    CII.     \ft  Part.    Common  Metre. 

A  prayer  of  the  afflicted. 
i   TTEAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 
Jl  But  anfwer,  left  I  die  : 
Haft  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace, 
To  hear  when  finners  cry. 

2  My  days  are  wafted  like  thefmoke 

DifTolving  in  the  air ; 
My  ftrength  is  dry'd,  my  heart  is  br.oke> 
And  finking  in  defpair. 

3  My  fpirits  flag,'  like  with'ring  grafs 

Bu  rnt  with  excQffive  heat ; 


aoa  PSALM    CIL 

In  fecret  groans  my  minutes  pafs, 
And  I  forget  to  eat. 

4  As  on  fome  lonely  building's  top, 

The  fparrow  tells  her  moan, 
Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope, 
I  fit  and  grieve  alone. 

5  My  foul  is  like  a  wildernefs, 

Where  beafts  of  midnight  howl  j* 
Where  the  fad  raven  finds  her  place, 
And  there  thefcreaming  owl. 

6  Dark  difmal  thoughts  and  boding  fears, 

Dwell  in  my  troubled  breaft ; 
While  fharp  reproaches  wound  my  ears. 
Nor  give  my  fpirit  reft. 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes, 

And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 
My  daily  bread  like  afhes  grows 
Unpleafant  to  my  tafte. 

8  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 

To  fouls  who  feel  thy  frown  ; 
Lord,  'twas  thy  hand  advanc'd  me  high  ; 
Thy  hand  hath  call  me  down. 

9  My  locks  like  wither'd  leaves  appear  ; 

And  life's  declining  light 
Grows  faint  as  ev'ning  Ihadows  are, 

That  vanifh  into  night. 
laBut  thou  for  ever  art  the  fame, 

O  my  eternal  God  ! 
Ages  to  come  mail  know  thy  name, 

And  fpread  thy  works  abroad. 

1 1  Thou  wilt  arife  and  mew  thy  face, 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay 
Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace, 
That  long  expected  day. 

1 2  He  hears  his  faints,  he,knows  their  cry, 

And  by  myfterious  ways 


PSALM    CIL  203 

Redeems  the  pris'ners  doom'd  to  die, 
And  fills  their  tongues  with  praife. 

Psalm    CIL     zd  Part.    Common  Metre. 
Prayer  heard,  and  Zion  rejiored. 

1  "       ET  Zion  and  her  fons  rejoice, 
I    j    Behold  the  promis'd  hour  ! 

Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice3 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  pow'r. 

2  Her  duft  and  ruins  which  remain, 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes ; 
Thofe  ruins  fhall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  dull  fhall  rife. 

3  The  Lord  will  raife  Jerufalem, 

And  ftand  in  glory  there  ; 
Nations  mail  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  fits  a  Sovereign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes  : 
He  hears  the  dying  pris'ners  groan, 
And  fees  their  fighs  arife. 

5  He  frees  the  fouls  condemn'd  to  death, 

And  when  his  faints  complain, 
It  fhan't  be  faid  "  that  praying  breath 
"  Was  ever  fpent  in  vain." 

6  This  fhall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  on  long  record, 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read 
And  truft,  and  praife  the  Lord. 

Psalm    CIL     Long  Metre. 

Man's  mortality ,   and  Chrift'j  eternity  :  or,  faints 

die.  but  Chrift  and  the  church  li*vc. 


I 


Weakens  our  ftrength  amidft  the  race ; 


2o4  P  S  A  L  M    CI II. 

Difeafe  and  death  at  his  command 
Arreft  us,  and  cut  fhort  our  days. 

2  Spare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 

,  Nor  let  our  fun  go  down  at  noon  ; 
Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day, 
And  niuit  thy  children  die  fo  foon  ? 

3  Yet  in  the  rnidft  of  death  and  grief, 
This  thought  our  forrow  mall  aiiuage  ; 
"  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live  ; 

"  Chrift  is  the  fame  through  ev'ryage." 

4  'Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 
Heav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand  ; 

This  earth  growsold,  thefe  heav'ns  mall  fade. 
And  all  be  chang'd  at  his  command, 

5  The  ftarry  curtains  of  the  iky, 
Like  garments  mall  be  laid  afide  ; 
Butftill  thy  throne  ftands  firm  and  high  ; 
Thy  church  for  ever  mufl  abide. 

6  Before  thy  face  thy  church  mail  live, 
And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign  ; 
This  dying  world  mail  they  furvive, 
And  the  dead  faints  be  rais'd  again. 


P  s  a%  m    CIII.     \ft  Part.    Long  Metre. 
BleJJing  God  for  his  good nefs  to  foul  and  body. 

1  T>  LESS,  O  my  foul,  the  living  God, 

J3  Call  home  thy  tho'ts  which  rove  abroad ; 
Let  all  the  pow'rs  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worfliip  fo  divine. 

2  Blefs,  O  my  foul,  the  God  of  grace  ; 
His  favours  claim  thy  higheft  praife  ; 
Why  mould  the  wonders  he  has  wrought 
Be  loft  in  filence  and  forgot  ? 

3  'Tis  he,  my  foul,  vvhofent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  haft  done  ; 


PSALM    CIIL  205 

He  owns  the  ranfom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 

And  cures  the  pains  which  nature  feels, 

Redeems  the  foul  from  hell,  and  faves 

Our  wafting  lives  from  threat'ning  grave?. 

5  Our  youth  decay'd  his  pow'r  repairs; 
Kis  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  : 
Ke  fatisfies  our  mouths  with  good, 
And  fills  our  hopes  with  heav'nly  food. 

6  He  fees  th'  ^oppreffor  and  th'oppreft, 
And  often  gives  the  fuffrers  reft ; 
But  will  his  juftice  more  difplay 

In  the  laft  great  rewarding  day. 
j   [His  pow'r  he  fhew'd  by  Mofes*  hands, 

And  gave  to  Ifr'el  his  commands  ; 

But  lent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 

To  all  the  nations  by  his  Son. 
8  Let  the  whole  earth  his  pow'r  confefs, 

Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace  : 

The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  mall  join 

In  work  and  worihip  fo  divine.] 

Psalm    CIIL     2d  Part.     Long  Metre. 
God's  gentle  chajlifement  :  or>  Jus  tender  mercy  to  his 

people. 
i  r  j  ^HE  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways ! 
X  fr°w  firm  his  truth,  how  large  his  grace  1 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 

2  Not  half  fo  high  his  pow'r  hath  fpread 
The  ftarry  heav'ns  above  our  head, 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praife, 
Exceeds  the  higheft  hopes  we  raife. 

3  Not  half  fo  far  hath  nature  plac'd 

S 


£c6  P  S  A  L  M    CM. 

The  riling  morning  from  the  weft, 
As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  thofe  he  loves. 

4  How  flowly  doth  his  wrath  arife  ! 
On  fwifter  wings  falvation  flies  : 
And  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
How  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  ! 

5  Amidft  his  wrath  companion  mines ; 
His  ftrokes  are  lighter  than  our  fins, 
And  while  his  rod  corretts  his  faints, 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

6  So  fathers  their  young  fons  chaftife, 
With  gentle  hands  and  melting  eyes  ; 
The  children  weep  beneath  the  fmart, 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart. 

P  A  U  S  E. 

7  The  mighty  God,  the  wife  andjuft, 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  duft ; 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  impofe 
Beyond  the  ftrength  which  he  beftows. 

S  He  knows  how  foon  our  nature  dies, 
Blafted  by  ev'ry  wind  that  flies  ; 
Like  grals  we  fpring,  and  die  as  foon. 
As  morning  flow'rs  which  fade  at  noon. 

p  But  his  eternal  love  is  fure 

To  all  the  faints,  and  fhall  endure  ; 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  fhall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 


Psalm    CIII.     ift  Part.    Short  Metre, 

Praife  for  fpiritual  and  temporal  mercies, 
i  f^i  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  foul ! 

V^J  Let  all  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  blefs  his  name, 
\Vhofe  favours  are  divine. 


psalm  cnr.  icj 

2  O  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul^ 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulnefs, 
And  without  praifes  die.^ 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  fins, 

'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 
>rTis  he  who  heals  thy  ficknerTes, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ranfom'd  from  the  grave  ;; 
He  who  redeem'd  my  foul  from  hell, 
Hath  fov'reign  pow'r  to  fave. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good  ; 

He  gives  the  fuif'rers  reft  ; 
The  Lord  hath  judgment  for  the  proud; 
'  And juftice  for th'oppreft. 

6  His  wond'rous  works  and  ways, 

He  made  by  Mofes  known  ; 
But  fent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 


Psalm    QUI.     zd  Part.     Short  Metre. 

Abounding  compajjionof  God  :  or,  mercy  in  the  mkijT 
of  judgment. 

i    ]\  /T Y  f°ul>  repeat  his  praife, 

± V X     Whofe  mercies  are  fo  great ; 
Whofe  anger  is  fo  flow  to  rife, 

So  ready  to  abate. 
2  God  will  not  always  chide  ; 

And  when  his  ftrokes  are  felt, 
His  ftrokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 

And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 
3.  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais'd 

Above  the  ground  we  tread. 


3o8  PSAL  M     CI1L 

So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 

Our  higher!  thoughts  exceed, 
4  His  pow'r  fvibdues  our  fins, 

And  his  forgiving  love 
Far  as  the  eaft  is  from  the  weft, 

Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 
s  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  thofe  who  fear  his  name, 
Is  ftich  as  tender  parents  feel ; 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame.. 

6  Ke  knows  we  are  but  duft, 

Scatter'd  with  ev'ry  breath  : 
His  anger  like  a  rifing  wind 

Can  lend  us  fwiit  to  death. 

7  Gur  G2ys  are  as  the  grafs, 

Or  like  the  morning  flow'r  ; 
If  one  fharp  blaft  fweep  o'er  the  field* 
It  Withers  in  an  hour. 

*  Bfct  thy  companions,  Lord, 

To  endlefs  years  endure  j 
And  children's  children  ever  find 

Thy  words  of  promife  Cure. 

m  — ■— — 

P  s  a  l  m     CIIL    yiPart.    Short  Metre. 
God"1*  unv-v er fed  dominion :  or,  angels praife  the  lera^. 
i  HpHE  Lord,  the  fov'reign  King, 

i      Hath  fix'd  his  throne  on  high, 
O'er  all  the  heav'niy  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  fky. 

2  Ye  angels,  great  in  might, 

And  fwift  tc  do  his  will, 
Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  whofe  voice  ye  hear, 
Whofe  pleafure  ye  fulfill. 

3  Let  the  bright  hofts  who  wait 

The  orders  of  their  King, 


F'SA-L  M.    CIV.  209; 

And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, . 

Join  in  the  praife  they  nng. 
4  While  all  his  wond'rous  works 

Through  his  vaft  kingdom  fhew 
Their  Maker's  glory,  thou  my  foul, 

Shalt  fing  his  graces  too . 

Psalm    CIV.-  Long  Metre. 
The  Glory  of  God  in  creation  and  providence. 

a   IV  /T  Y  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife ; 
JLVA.  When  cloth'd  in  his  celeftiai  rays,- 
He  in  full  majefty  appears, 
And  like  a  robe,  his  glory  wears. 

Note,  This  Pfalm   may  be  fung  to  a  differ- 
ent metre,  by  adding  the  two  following  lines 
to  every  ftanza,  m 
Great  is  the  Lord ;  nub  at  tongue  can  frame 
An  equal  honour  to  his  name  ? 

2  :The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtain  fpread, 
Th'  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed  : 
Clouds  are  his  chariots,  when  he  flies 
On  winged  ftorms  acrofs  the  fkies. 

3  Angels  whom,  his  own  breath  infpires, 
His  minifters  are  flaming  fires ; 

And  fwift  as  thought  their  armies  move, 
To  bear  his  vengeance  or  his  love. 

4;  The  world's  foundations  by  his  hand 
Are  pois'd,  and  fhall  forever  ftand,  ~ 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Left  it  fhould  drown  the  world  again.  - 

5  When  earth  was  cover' d  with  the  flood, 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  ftood> 
He  thunder'd,  and  the  ocean  fled3  . 
Confin'd  to  its  appointed  -.bed, 
S  2 


2io  PSALM    CIV. 

6  The  fweliing  billows  knew  their  bound, 
And  in  their  channels  walk  their  round; 
Yet  thence    onvey'd  by  fecret  veins, 
They  fpring  on  hills,  and  drench  the  plains. 

7  He  bids  the  cryftal  fountains  flow, 
And  cheer  the  vallies  as  they  go  ; 
Tame  heifers  there  their  thirft  allay, 
And  for  the  ftream  wild  alfes  bray." 

8  From  pleafant  trees  which  fnade  the  brink, 
The  lark  and  linnet  light  to  drink  ; 
Their  fongs  the  lark  and  linnet  raife, 
And  chide  our  filence  in  his  praife. 

Pause     i. 

9  God,  from  his  cloudy  cittern  pours 

On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  fhow'rs  : 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  field, 
A  thoufand  joyful  bleflings  yield. 
io  He  makes  the  grafly  food  arife, 
And  gives  the  cattle  large  fupplies  ; 
With  herbs  for  man,  of  various  pow'r, 
To  nourifh  nature,  or  to  cure. 

1 1  What  noble  fruits  the  vines  produce  ! 
The  olive  yields  a  ufeful  juice  ; 

Our  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  gen'rous  wine4 
With  inward  joy  our  faces  fhine. 

12  O  blefs  his  name,  ye  people,  fed 
With  nature's  chief  fupporter,  bread  : 
While  bread  your  vital  ftrength  imparts, 
Serve  him  with  vigour  in  your  hearts. 

Pause     ii. 

13  Behold  the  (lately  cedars  flrand 
Rais'd  in  the  foreft  by  nis  hands  ; 
Birds  to  the  boughs  for  fhelter  fly, 
And  build  their  nefts  fecure  on  high. 

14  To  craggy  hills  afcendsthe  goat  j 
And  at  tbe  airy  mountain's  foot 


PSALM    CIV.  211 

The  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell  ; 
He  gives  them  wifdom,  where  to  dwell. 

15  He  fits  the  fun  his  circling  race, 
Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face ; 
And  when  thick  darknefs  veils  the  day, 
Calls  out  wild  beads  to  hunt  their  prey. 

16  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
And  roaring  afk  their  meat  from.  God  ;. 
But  when  the  morning  beams  arife, 
The  favage  beafts  to  covert  flies. 

17  Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes  ; 
The  night  was  made  for  his  repofe  : 
Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  fweet  relief 
From  tirefome  toil  and  wafting  grief. 

1 8  How  ftrange  thy  works !  how  great  thy  fkiii ! 
And  ev'ry  land  thy  riches  fill  : 

Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  we  fee, 
This  fpacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

19  Norlefs  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
Where  fifh  in  millions  fwim  and  creep, 
With  wond'rous  motions  fwift  or  ilow, 
Still  wand'ring  in  the  paths  below. 

20  There  fhips  divide  the  wat'ry  way, 
Aud  flocks  of  fcaly  monfters  play  ; 
There  dwells  the  huge  leviathan, 
And  foams  and  fports  in  fpite  of  man, 

Pa  use     hi. 

2 1  Vaft  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord, 
All  nature  refts  upon  thy  word, 

And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  ftand, 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hand. 

22  While  each  receives  his  diff'rent  food, 
Their  cheerful  looks  pronounce  it  good  ; 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales  and  worms^ 
Rejoice  and  praifein  diff'rent  forms. 


212  PSALM    CY. 

2.3  But  when  thy  face  is  hid,  they  nfttiirn,; 
And  dying  to  their  duft  return  ; 
Both  man  and  beaft  their  fouls  refign  : 
Life,  breath,  and  fpirit  all" are  thine. 

24  Yet  thou  canft  breathe  on  duft  again, 
And  fill  the  world  with  beafts  and  men  ;. 
A  word,  of  thy  creating  breath 

Repairs  the  waftes  of  time  and  death. 

25  His  works,  the  wonders  ofliis  might, 
Are  honour'd  with  his  own  delight: 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways  ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praife. 

26  The  earth  ftands  trembling  at  thy  flroke^ 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  fmoke  ; 
Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  face, 

And  tell  their  wants  of  fov'reign  grace. 

27  In  thee  my  hopes  and  wifhes  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  fweet ; 
Thy  praifes  fnall  my  breath  employ, 
'Till  it  expire  in  endlefs  joy. 

28  While  haughty  fmners  die  accurft> 
Their  glory  bury'd  in  the  duft, 

I  to  my  God,  my  heav'nly  King, 
Immortal  hallelujahs  fing. 

Psalm     CV.     Common  Metre.    Abridged. 
God'j  conduB  to  Ifrael,  and  the  plagues  of  Egypt* 

1  /^  IVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name,, 
VJT    And  tell  the  world  his  grace ; 
Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 

That  all  may  feek  his  face. 

2  His  cov'nant,  which  he  kept  in  mind 

For  num'rous  ages  paft, 
To  num'rous  ages  yet  behind^ 
In  ecnial  force  fhall  laft. 


PSALM     CV-.  iii 

Hefware  to  Abraham  and  his  feed, 

And  made  the  blelTing  fare  :  - 
Gentiles  the  ancient  promife  read, 
And  find  his  truth  endure.. 
:  "  Thy  feed  fnali  make  ail  nations  blenV* 
(Said  the  almighty  voice) 
"  And.  Canaan  s-  land  fliall  be  their  reft, 
<c  The  type  of  heavmiy  joys." 
j   [Hqw  large  the  grant !  how  rich  the  grace  ! 
To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
When  they  were  (Grangers  in  the  place, 
A  little  feeble  band  ! 
3  Like  pilgrims  through  the  countries  round ? 
Securely  they  remov'd  ; 
And  haughty  kings  which  on  them  frownM* 
Severely  he  reprov'd. 

7  "  Touch  my  Anointed,  and  my  arm 

"  Shall  foon  avenge  the  wrong  ; 
"  The  man  who  does  my  prophet  harm., 
'•  Shall  know  their  God  is  ftrong."' 

8  Then  let  the  <v:orld forbear  its  rage,. 

Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  : 
Ifr'el  mufi  li~us  through  f<v*ry  age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  care.] 
Pause     i, 

9  When  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  faints,. 

And  thus  provok'd  their  God, 
Mofes  was  fent  at  their  complaints, 
Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 
i  o  He  calif  d  for  darknefs ;  darknefs  came> 
Like  an  o'erwhelming  flood  ; 
He  turn'd  each  lake  and  ev'ry  itxeam. 
To  lakes  and  ftreams  of  blood. 
1 1  He  gave  the  fign,  and  noifome  flies 
Through  the  whole  country  fpread ; 


214  PSALM    CV. 

And  frogs  in  croaking  armies  rife 
About  the  monarch's  bed. 

1 2  Through  fields,  and  towns>  and  palaces,. 

The  tenfold  vengeance  flew  ; 
Locufts  hi  (warms  devour' d  their  trees, 
And  hail  their  cattle  ilew. 

13  Then  by  an  angel's  midnight  ftroke 

The  flow'r  of  Egypt  dy'd  ; 
The  ftrenetn  of  ev'ry  houfe  was  broke,. 
Their  glory  and  their  pride, 

14  Now  lei  the  ^xcrld forbear  its  rage, 

Ncr  put  the  church  in  fear  ; 
Ifr'el  muft  li-ie  thraugh  ev'ry  age, 
Andbettt  Almighty 's  care. 
Pa  use     11. 
-i  5  Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  bro't, 
And  left  the  hated  ground  ; 
Each  fome  Egyptian  fpoils  had  got, 
And  n©t  one  feeble  found. 

16  The  Lord  himfelf  chofe  out  their  way> 

And  mark'd  their  journies  right, 
Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  guide  by  night. 

17  They  thirft  ;  and  waters  from  the  rock, 

In  rich  abundance  flow, 
And  following  ftill  the  courfe  they  took^ 
Ran  all  the  defart  through. 

1 8  O  wond'rous  ftream  !  O  blefTed  type 

Of  ever  flowing  grace  ! 
So  Chrift  our  rock  maintains  our  life 
Through  all  this  wildernefs. 

19  Thus  guarded  by  th'  almighty  hand,.. 

The  chofen  tribe  poffeft 
Canaan,  the  rich,  the  promis'dland,. 
And  there,  enjoyed  their  reft. 


PSALM    CVI.  215 

50  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 
The  church  renounce  her  fear  \ 
Ifr'el  inufi  live  through  e-v'ry  age, 
And  be  tW  Almighty  s  care. 

Psalm    CVI.     Long  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  :  or,  communion  with  faints, 

1  rT^O  God  the  great,  the  ever  bleft, 

X      Let  fongs  of  honour  be  addreft  ; 
His  mercy  firm  forever  ftands  ; 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands, 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways ! 
Who  mail  fulfil  thy  boundlefs  praife  2 
-Bleft  are  the  fouls  who  fear  thee  ftili, 
And  pay  their  duty  to  "thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chofen  feed ; 
And  with  the  fame  falvation  blefs 
The  meaneit  fuppliant  of  thy  grace. 

4  Q  may  I  fee  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice  ! 
This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 
Join'd  to  thy  faints,  and  near  to  thee. 

Psalm    CVI.     Short  Metre. 
Ifrael punijhed  and pardoned ':  or,  God's  unchange- 
able love. 

1  /^\  OD  of  eternal  love, 

VJT     How  fickle  are  our  ways  I 
And  yet  how  oft  did  Ifr'el  prove 
Thy  conftancy  of  grace  ! 

2  They  faw  thy  wonders  wrought, 

And  then  thy  praife  they  fung  9 
But  foon  thy  works  of  pow'r  forgot, 
And  murraur'd  with  their  tongue. 


ai-6  P  S  A-LM     CVII. 

3  Now  they  believe  his  word, 

While  rocks  with  rivers  flow  ; 
Now  with  their  lufts  provoke  the  Lord, 
And  he  reduc'd  them  low. 

4  Yet  when  they  mourn'd  their  faults, 

He  hearken'd  to  their  groans, 
Brought  his  own  covenant  to  his  thoughts, 
And  call'd  them  ftill  his  fons. 

5  Their  names  were  in  his  book, 

He  fav'd  them- from  their  foes  : 
Oft  he  cruftis'd,  biit  ne'er  forfook 
The  people  whom  he  chofe. 

6  Let  Ifr'el  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  lov'd  their  ancient  race"; 
And  Chrijlians  join  the  folemn  word 
Amen,  to  all  the  praife. 


P  s  a  l  m      CVII.     \fi  Part,      Long  Metre. 

Hrael  led  to  Canaan,  and  cm'ijlians  to  heaven. 
y    4T~^  IVE  thanks  to  God ;  he  reigns  above  ; 
VJ  Kind  are  his  tho'ts,  his  name  is  love  : 
His  mercy  ages  pad  have  known, 
And  ages  long  to  come  mall  own. 

2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
The  wonders  of  his   grace  record  ; 
If/el  the  nation  whom  he  chofe, 
And  refcu'd  from  their  mighty  foes. 

3  [When  God's  almighty  arm  had  broke 
Their  fetters  and  th'  Egyptian  yoke, 
They  trac'd  the  deiart,  wand'ring  round 
A  wild  and  folitary  ground  ! 

a.  There  they  could  find  no  leading  road, 
Nor^ity  for  a  fix'd  abode  ; 
Nor  food  nor  fountain  to  afTuage 
Their  burning  thirft  or  hunger's  rage.] 


PSALM    CVH.  217 

I  In  their  diftrefs  to  God  they  cry'd  ; 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide  ; 
He  led  their  march  far  wand'ring  round ; 
}Twas  the  right  path  to  Canaan's  ground. 

4  Thus  when  cur  firft  releafe  we  gain 
From  fin's  old  yoke,  and  Satan's  chain, 
We  have  this  defart  world  to  pafs, 
A  dang'rous  and  a  tirefome  place. 

7  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footfteps  left  we  (tray* 
He  guards  us  with  a  pow'rful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  land. 

$  6  let  the  faints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ; 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  ! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

Psalm   CVIL    zd  Part,    Long  Metre. 
Correction  for  Jtv,  and  releafe  by  prayer : 

1  TT'ROM  age  to  age  exalt  his  name, 

Jj    God  and  his  grace  are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
He  fills  the  hungry  foul  with  food, 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good. 

2  But  if  their  hearts  rebel  and  rife 
Againft  the  God  who  rules  the  Ikies, 
If  they  reject,  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  flight  the  counfels  of  the  Lord  : 

3  He'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground* 
And  no  deliv'rance  mail  be  found  ; 
Laden  with  grief  they  wafte  their  breath 
In  darknefs  and  the  fhades  of  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  arife, 
And  fcatters  all  that  difmal  fhade 
Which  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  head* 

T 


sV8  PSALM    CVi-I. 

5  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brafs  in  two, 
And  lets  the  fmilingpris'ners  throug'h  5 
Takes  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
And  gives  the  iab'ring  foul  relief. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works !  how  kind  his  ways  J 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 


P  s  ji.L  m    CVII.     3^  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Intemperance  pumped  and  pardoned  :  or,  a  pf aim  far 
the  glutton,  and  the  drunkard. 

1  T  7AIN  man  on  foolifh  pleafures  bent, 

V      Prepares  for  his  own  punifhment  ; 
What  pains, what  loathfome  inaladies 
From  luxury  and  luft  arife  ! 

2  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  wafte ; 
Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pleafe  his  tafte  : 
'Till  all  his  active  pow'rs  are  loft, 

And  fainting  life  draws  near  the  duft. 

3  The  glutton  groans,  and  loaths  to  eat, 
His  foul  abhors  delicious  meat ; 
Nature  with  heavy  loads  oppreft, 
Would  yield  to  death  to  be  releas'd, 

4  Then  how  the  frighted  fmners  fly 
To  God  for  help  with  earnefl:  cry! 

He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breath, 
And  faves  them  from  approaching  death. 

5  'No  med'cines  could  efFecl'the  cure 
So  quick,  fo  eafy,  o  r  fo  fure  : 
The  deadly  fentence  God  repeals, 

He  fends  his  fov'reign  word  and  heals. 

6  Omay  the  fons  of  men  record 
The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord 


PSALM    CVII.  2J9 

And  let  their  thankful  ofPrings  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 

Psalm    CVII.    ^h  Fart.    Long  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  Jiorjm   and  jhip-jjreck :  or,    the 

feamans  fong. 

1  II TOULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 

V  V    His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad, 
Go  with  the  mariners,  and  trace 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  feas. 

2  They  leave  their  native  mores  behind, 
And  feize  the  favour  of  the  wind  ; 
'Till  Gad  commands  and  temped  rife, 
Which  heave  the  ocean  to  the  Ikies. 

3  Now  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amain, 
Now  fink  to  dreadful  deeps  again  ; 
What  ftrange  affrights  young  failors  feel, 
And  like  a  ftagg'ring  drunkard  reel  ! 

4  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 
Loft  to  all  hopes,  to  God  they  cry  ; 
His  mercy  hears  their  loud  addrefs, 
And  fends  falvation  in  diftrefs. 

5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  afTuage, 
The  furious  waves  forget  their  rage  ; 
5Tis  calm ;  and  failors  fmile  to  fee 
The  haven  where  they  wifh'd  to  be. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
Let  them  their  private  off  rings  bring, 
And  in  the  church  his  glory  fmg. 


T 


P  t  a  l  u    CVII.     Common  Metre. 
The  mariner's  pfalm. 
HY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord, 
Thy  wonders  in  the  deeps, 


aa©  PSALM    CVIL 

The  fons  of  courage  mall  record, 
Who  trade  in  floating  mips. 

2  At  thy  command  the  winds  arife, 

And  fwell  the  tow'ring  waves ; 
The  men  aftorim'd,  mount  the  ikies* 
And  fmk  in  gaping  graves. 

3  [Again  they  ciimb  the  wat'ry  hills, 

And  plunge  in  deeps  again  ; 
Each  like  a  tott'ring  drunkard  reels, 
And  finds  his  courage  vain. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  tempsfts  roar,. 

They  pant  with  fluttering  breath, 
And  hopelefs  of  the  diftant  more, 
Expect  immediate  death.] 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries* 

He  hears  the  loud  requeft, 
And  orders  filence  through  the  fides, 
And  lays  the  floods  to  reft. 

6  Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears, 

And  fee  the  ftorm  allay'd  ; 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears, 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 

7  *Tis  God  who  brings  them  fafe  to  land  ; 

Let  ftupid  mortals  know 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 

And  all  the  winds  that  blow, 
$  O  that  the  fons  of  men  would  praife 

The  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  thofe  who  fee  thy  wond'rous  ways, 

Thy  wond'rous  love  record. 

P  s  a  l  m     QYll.     lafi  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Colonies  planted  .*  or,  nations  blcjl  and pur.ijhed. 

A  Pfalm  for  New-England. 

WHEN  God,  provok'dwith  daring  crime?. 
Scourges  the  madnefs  of  the  times. 


PSALM    CVII.  221 

He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  fand, 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land. 
%  His  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again, 
And  make  the  wither' d  mountains  green, 
Send  ihow'ry  bleflings  from  the  Ikies, 
And  harvefts  in  the  defarts  rife. 

3  [Where  nothing  dwelt  but  hearts  of  prey, 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they  ; 

He  bids  th'  oppreft  and  poor  repair, 
And  build  them   towns  and  cities  there. 

4  They  fow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plant, 
Whofe  yearly  fruit  fupplies  their  want  : 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  flocks, 
Their  wealth  increafes  with  their  flocks. 

5  Thus  they  are  bleft  ;  but  if  they  fin, 
He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in, 

A  favage  crew  invades  their  lands, 
Their  children  die  by  barb'rous  hands. 

6  Their  captive  fons  expos'd  to  fcorn, 
Wander  unpity'd  and  forlorn  ; 
The  country  lies  unfenc'd,  untill'd. 
And  defolation  fpreads  the  field. 

7  Yet  if  the  humble  nation  mourns, 
Again  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns  ; 
Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive, 
And  bids  the  dying  churches  Hve.] 

8  The  righteous,  with  a  joyful  fenfe, 
Admire  the  works  of  providence  ; 
And  tongues  of  Atheifts  fhall  no  more 
Blafpheme  the  God  whom  faints  adore. 

9  How  few  with  pious  care  record 
Thefe  wond'rous  dealings  of  the  Lord  I 
But  wife  obfervers  ftill  fhall  find 

The  Lo/d  is  holy,  juft  and  kind, 

—"      T  2        " 


222  P  S  A  L  M    CIX>  CX. 

Psalm    CIX.     Common   Metre, 
Love  to  enemies  from  the  example  of 'Chrift> 

1  /   1  OD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife, 
VJT    Thy  glory  is  my  fong  ; 
Though  finners  fpeak  againft  thy  grace. 

With  a  blafpheming  tongue. 

2  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man, 

Thy  fon  on  earth  was  found, 
With  cruel  flanders  falfe  and  vain, 

They  compafs'd  him  around. 
§  Their  mis'ries  his  companion  move, 

Their  peace  he  ftill  purfu'd  ; 
They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 

And  evil  for  his  good. 

4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  caufe, 

Yet  with  his  dying  breath, 
He  pray'd  for  murd'rers  on  his  crofs, 
And  bleft  his  foes  in  death. 

5  Lord,  mall  thy  bright  example  fhine 

In  vain  before  my  eyes  I 
Give  me  a  foul  a-kin  to  thine, 
To  love  my  enemies. 

6  The  Lord  mall  on  my  fide  engage. 

And  in  my  Saviour's  name 
I  mall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage, 
Who  llanderand  condemn. 


Psalm    CX.     \ft  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Chrift  exalted \   and  multitudes    converted:   or,  the 
fuccefs  of  the  g  ofpel. 

i  ryUUS  the  eternal  Father  fpake 

JL      To  Chrift  the  Son,  "  Afcend  and  iit 
"  At  my  right  hand,  'till  I  (hall  make 
-**  Thy  foes  fubmiiTive  at  thy  feet. 


PSALM    CX.  232 

2  "  From  Zion  fhall  thy  word  proceed, 
"  Thy  word,  the  fceptre  in  thy  hand, 

"  Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
lf  And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  "  That  day  fhall  fhew  thy  power  is  great, 

•'  When  faints  fnall  flock  with  willing  minds, 
"  And  finners  croud  thy  temple-gate, 
*'  Where  holinefs  in  beauty  mines." 

4  O  blelfed  pow'r  !  O  glorious  day  I 
What  a  large  vicVry  fhall  enfue  !* 
And  converts  who  thy  grace  obey, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 

Psalm    CX.    2d  Part.    Long  Metre* 
The  kingdom  and  frisftbood of  Chrift. 
!   'HpHUS  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea 
X.     Spake  to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  fwore. : 
"  Eternal  fhall  thy  priefthood  be, 
*c  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more. 

2  "  Aaron  and  all  his  fons  muft  die : 
"  But  everlafting  life  is  thine, 

u  To  fave  for  ever  thofe  who  rly 
"  For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3  "  By  me  Melchifedek  was  made 

"  On  earth  a  king  and  prieft  at  once  ; 

"  And  thou,  my  heav'nly  Prieft,  fhalt  pleads 

"  And  thou,  my  King,  malt  rule  my  fons.,J 

4  Jefus  the  pried  afcends  his  throne, 
While  counfels  of  eternal  peace, 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  with  honour  and  fuccefs. 

5  Thro'  the  whole  earth  his  reign  fhall  fpreacU 
And  crufh  the  powers  which  dare  rebel  j 
Then  mall  he  judge  the  rifmg  dead, 

And  fend  the  guilty  world  to  hell. 


224  PSALM  CX,  CXI. 

6  Though  while  he  treads  his  glorious  way, 
He  drinks  the  cup  of  tears  and  blood  ; 
ThefufPrings  of  that  dreadful  day 
Shall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 


Psalm    CX.     Common  Metrcu 
Chriil'j  kingdom  and  priejibood. 
i    cyESVSy  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne, 
J     And  near  thy  Father  lit : 
In  Zion  fhall  thy  power  be  known, 
And  make  thy  foes  fubmit. 

2  What  wonders  fhall  thy  gofpel  do  ! 

Thy  converts  fhall  furpafs 
The  num'rous  drops  of  morning  dew, 
And  own  thy  fov'reign  grace. 

3  Gcd  hath  pronounc'd  a  firm  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  fwore  ; 
'«  Eternal  fhall  thy  priefthood  be, 
*(  When  Aaron  is  no  more. 

4  «  Nekhifedek,  that  wond'rous  prieft, 

"  That  king  of  high  degree, 
"  That  holy  man  whom  Abraham  blefr, 

t(  Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 
Jefus  our  priefl  for  ever  lives 

To  plead  for  us  above  : 
Jefus  our  King  for  ever  gives 

The  bleflings  of  his  love. 
6  God  fhall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 

And  his  high  throne  maintain, 
Shall  ftrike  the  pow'rs  and  princes  dead, 

Who  dare  oppofe  his  reign. 


■s 


$  a  i  m    CXI.  \ft  Part.  Common  Metre. 
The  ivifdom  ofGoD  in  his  works. 
ONGS  of  immortal  praife  belong 
To  my  almighty  God  : 


PSALM    CXI,  225 

He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue, 
To  fpread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought  ' 

How  glorious  in  our  fight  I 
Good  men  inev'ry  age  have  fought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  moft  exact  is  nature's  frame  ! 

How  wife  th*  eternal  mind  ! 
His  counfds  never  change  the  fcheme 
Which  his  firft  thoughts  defig-n'd. 

4  When  he  redeem'd  his  chofen  fons. 

He  fix'd  his  cov'nant  fure  : 
The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce, 
To  endlefs  years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  fides* 

Thy  heavenly  fkill  proclaim  : 

What  fhall  we  do  to  make  us  wife, 

But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ? 

6  To  fear  thy  pow'r,  to  trufr.  thy  grace, 

Is  our  divineft  fkiil  : 
And  he's  thewifeft  of  our  race 
Who  beft  obeys  thy  will. 

Psalm   CXI.    2d  Part.   Common  Metre* 
The  perfefliens  of  God. 

1  /~1  REiiT  is  the  Lord,  his  works  of  might 
VJF     Demand  our  nobler!  longs  ; 

Let  ihis  aflembled  faints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

He  gives  his  children  food  ; 

And  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 

He  makes  his  promife  good, 

3  His  Son,  the  great  Redeemer,  cams 

T©  feal  his  cov'nant  fure.  1 


226  PSALM    CXIL 

Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 

His  ways  are  juft  and  pure. 
4  They  who  would  grow  divinely  wife, 

Muft  with  his  fear  begin  ; 
Our  faireft  proof  of  knowledge  lies 

In  hating  ev*ry  fin- 

Psalm    CXII.     Particular  Metre. 
The  blejjhzgs  of  the  liberal  man. 
i  npHAT  -naii  is  bleft  who  (lands  in  awe 
JL      Of  God,  and  loves  his  facred  law  : 
His  feed  on  earth  mall  be  renown'd  : 
His  houfe  the  feat  of  wealth,  mall  be 
An  inexhaufted  treafury, 

And  with  fucceflive  honours  crown'd. 

2  His  lib'ral  favours  he  extends, 

To  fome  he  gives,  to  others  lends  : 

A  gen'rous  pity  fills  his  mind  j 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  faves  by  prudence  in  affairs, 
And  thus  he's  juft  to  all  mankind. 

3  H«  hands,  while  they  his  alms  beftow'd, 
His  glory's  future  harveft  fow'd  : 

The  fweet  remembrance  of  the  juft, 
Like  a  green  root,  revives  and  bears 
A  train  of  blelfings  for  his  heirs, 

When  dying  nature  fleeps  in  duft. 

4  Befet  with  threat'ning  dangers  round, 
Unmov'd  fhall  he  maintain  his  ground : 

His  confeience  holds  his  courage  up  : 
The  foul  that's  fill'd  with  virtue's  light, 
Shines  brighteft  in  affliction's  night  ; 

And  fees  in  darknefs  beams  of  hope. 
Pause. 

5  [111  tidings  never  can  furprife 
The  heart,  that  fix'd  on  God  relies, 


PSALM    CXII.  227 

Though  waves  and  tempeft  roar  around  % 
Safe  on  a  rock  he  fits,  and  fees 
The  fhipwreck  of  his  enemies, 

And  all  their  hope  and  glory  drown'd, 
The  wicked  lhall  his  triumph  fee, 
And  gnafh  their  teeth  in  agony, 

To  find  their  expectations  croft, 
They  and  their  envy,  pride  and  fpite, 
Sink  down  to  everlafting  night, 

And  all  their  names  in  darknefs  loft.] 


Psalm    CXII.     Long  Metre. 
The  blejjings  of  the  pious  and  charitable. 

1  MpHRICE  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord* 

X  Loves  his  commands,  and  trufts  his  word  ; 
Honour  and  peace  his  days  attend, 
And  bleffings  to  his  feed  defcend. 

2  Companion  dwells  upon  his  mind, 
To  works  of  mercy  ftill  inclin'd.: 
He  lends  the  poor  fome  prefent  aid, 
Or  gives  them  not  to  be  repaid. 

5  When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  fprea<?,> 
That  fill  his  neighbour  round  with  dread, 
His  heart  is  arm'd  again  ft  the  fear, 
For  God  with  all  his  pow'r  is  there. 

4  His  foul  well  fi-x'd  upon  the  Lord, 
X)raws  heav'nly  courage  from  his  word  | 
Amidft  the  darknefs,  light  fhall  rife, 

To  cheer  his  heart,  andblefs  his  eyes* 

5  He  hath  difpers'd  his  alms  abroad, 
His  works  are  ftill  before  his  God ; 
His  name  on  earth  mail  long  remain, 
-While  envious  finners  fret  in  vain. 


a2S         P  S  A  L  M    CXII,  CXIIL 

Psalm     CXII.     Common  Metre, 
Liberality  rewarded. 

1  TJAFPY  is  he  who  fears  the  Lord, 
]j      And  follows  his    ommands, 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward* 

Or  gives  with  lib'ral  hands, 

2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breaft, 

To  all  the  Tons  of  need  : 
So  God  ihall  anfwer  his  requeft* 

With  bleflings  on  his  feed . 
,3  No  evil  tidings  ihall  furprife 

His  well  eftablifh'd  mind  ; 
His  foul  to  God,  his  refuge,  flies, 

And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 

4  In  times  of  general  diftrefs, 

Some  beams  of  light  mall  mine, 
To  mew  the  world  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

5  His  works  of  piety  and  love, 

Remain  before  the  Lord  : 
Honour  on  earth,  and  joys  above, 
Shall  be  his  fure  reward. 


Psalm    CXIIL    Particular  Metre. 
Tin  majejiy  and  condefienfion  of  God. 

t  '\Z&  w"0  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord, 
X     The  honours  of  his  name  record., 
His  facred  name  for  ever  blefs  : 
Where'er  the  circling  fun  difplays 
His  rifmg  beams  or  fetting  rays, 

Le«t  lands  and  leas  his  pow'r  confefs. 
2  Not  time,  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his    vaft  dominion  bounds  ; 
The  heav'ns  are  far  below  his  height ; 


PSALM    CXIIL  0.79 

Let  no  created  greatnefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 

Arm'dwith  his  uncreated  might. 
5  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hoft  of  angels  do,^ 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things  1 
His  fov'reign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  makes  them  company  for  kings. 
4  When  childlefs  families  defpair, 
He  fends  the  blefhng  of  an  heir 

To  refcue  their  expiring  name  ; 
The  mother,  with  a  thankful  voice, 
Proclaims  his  praifes  and  her  joys : 

Let  ev'ry  age  advance  his  fame. 

Psalm    CXIIL    Long  Metre. 
God  fc-vereign  and  gracious. 
1  "\7"&  fervants  of  th*  almighty  King, 
X     In  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fing ; 
Where'er  the  fun  mall  rife  or  fet, 
The  nations  fhall  his  praife  repeat* 
■2  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  Iky, 
Stands  his  high  throne  of  majefty  ; 
Nor  time,  nor  place  his  pow'r  reftraii?, 
Nor  bound  his  univerfal  reign. 

3  Which  of  the  fons  of  J  Jam  dare, 

Or  angels  with  their  God  compare  ? 
His  glories  how  divinely  bright, 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light ! 

4  Behold  his  love,  he  Hoops  to  view 
What  faints  above  and  angels  do  ; 
And  condefcends  yet  more  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below. 

5  From  duft  and  cottages  obfcure, 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor  ; 

U 


ajo  PSALM    CXIV. 

Gives  them  the  honour  of  his  fons, 
And  fits  them  for  their  heav'nly  thrones. 

6  [A  word  of  his  creating  voice 

Can  make  the  barren  houfe  rejoice:: 
Though  SaraPs  ninety  years  were  pail, 
The  promis'd  feed  is  born  at  laft. 

7  With  joy  the  mother  views  her  fon, 
And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done  : 
Faith  may  grow  ftrong  when  fenfe  defpairs  ; 
If  nature  fails,  the  promife  bears.] 

Psalm    CXIV.    Long  Metre. 
Miracles  attending  IfraePs  journey. 
s  TI  7  HEN  IfSel  freed  from  P/iaraoPs  hand, 
V  V    Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land, 
The  tribes  with  cheerful  homage  own 
Their  King,  and  Judah  was  his  throne. 

2  Acrofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay.: 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way : 
Jordan  beheld  their  march,  and  fled 
With  backward  current  to  his  head. 

3  The  mountains  ihook  like  frighted  fheep. 
Like  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap ; 

Not  Sinai  on  her  bafe  could  Hand, 
Confcious  of  fov'reign  pow'r  at  hand. 

4  What  pow'r  could  make  the  deep  divide  ! 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide  ! 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 

And  whence  the  fright  which  Sinai  feels  .? 

.5  Let  ev'ry  mountain,  ev'ry  flood 

Retire,  and  know  th'  approaching  God, 
The  King  of  tfr*d\  fee  him  here  : 
Tremble  thou  earth,  adore  and  fear. 

6  He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns, 
The  rock  to  Handing  pools  he  turns  ; 


PSALM    CXV.  ip 

Flints  fpring  with  fountains  at  his  word, 
And  fires  and  feas  confefs  the  Lord. 


Psalm     CXV.     Long  Metre. 
¥be  true  God  our  refuge  :  or,  idolatry  reproved*- 

1  "X  TOT  to  ourfelves,  who  are  but  dull, 
X>|   Not  to  ourfelves  is  glory  due, 
Eternal  God,  thou  only  juft, 

Thou  only  gracious,  wife  and  true. 

2  Shine  forth  in  all  thy  dreadful  name  ; 
Why  fhould  a  Heathen's  haughty  tongue 
Infult  us,  and  to  raife  our  fhame, 

Say,    Where's  the  God  you'-ve  Jerrf  d  fo  long  ? 

3  The  God  we  ferve  maintains  his  throne 
Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  fides, 
Through  all  the  earth,  his  will  is  done, 
He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  crjiesv 

4  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore, 

Are  fenfelefs  fhape*  of  ftone  and  wood  ; 
At  beft  a  mafs  of  glittering  ore, 
A  filver  faint,  or  golden  god. 

5  [With  eyes  and  ears  they  carve  the  head  j 
Deaf  are  their  ears,- their  eyes  are  blind  : 
In  vain  are  coftly  oiP rings-  made, 

And  vows  are  fcatter'd  in*the  wind. 

6  Their  feet  were  never  made  to  move,- 
Nor  hands  to  fave  when  mortals  pray  £ 
Mortals  who  pay  them  fear  or  love, 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

7  O  7/rV,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 
Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  reft, 
The  Lord  fhall  build  thy  ruins  up, 
And  blefs  the  people  and  the  prieft. 

£  The  dead  no  more  can  fpeak  thy  praife, 
They  dwell  in  filence  in  the  grave  ; 


232  PSALM    CXV. 

But  we  mall  lire  to  fing  thy  grace, 
And  tell  the  world  thy  pow'r  to  lave, 

P  s  4  lm    CXV.     Particular  Metre.. 

Pcfijh  idolatry  reproved. 

iVfCT  to  our  names  thou  only  juit  and  true, 

X \  Not  to  our  worthlefs  names  is  glory  due  : 

Thy  pow'r   and  grace,  thy  truth  and  jufticc 

claim 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  fov'reign  name. 
Shine  through    the   earth,  from    heav'n   thy 
bleft  abode,  [God  ?" 

Nor  ht  the  Heathen  fay,  "  And  where' s  your 

2  Keav'n  is  thine  higher  court :  there    Hands 

thy  throne, 
And  thro'  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done  : 
Our  God  fram'd  ail  this  earth,  theie  heav'ns 
he  fpread,  [made;, 

But  fools  adore   the   gods  their  hands  have 
The.  kneeling  croud,  with  looks  devout,  be- 
hold 
Their  filver  faviours,  and  their  faints  of  gold. 

3  [Vain  are  thofe  artful  fhapes  of  eyes  and 

ears, 
The  molten  image  neither  lees  nor  hears  $ 
'Their  hands  are  helplefs,  nor  their  feet  can 
move,  [u.or  love  L 

They  have  no  fpeech,  nor  thought,  nor  pow'r, 
Yet  foolim  mortals  make  their  long  complaints 
To  their'  deaf  idols,  and  their  movelefs  faints. 
4  The  rich  have  ftatues  well  adorn'd  with  goJd  ; 
The  poor  content  with  gods  of  coarfer  mould, 
With  tools  of  iron  carve  the  fenfelefs  ftcck, 
Lopt  from' a  tree,  or  broken  from  a  rock  : 
People  and  priefts  drive  on  the  folemn  trade, 
And  truft  the  gods  that  faws  and  hammers, 
made.] 


PSALM    CXVI.  233, 

5  Be  heav'n  and  earth  amaz'd !  'tis  hard  to  fay 
Which  are  moreftupid,  or  their  gods,  or  they : 
O  Ifr'el,  truft  the  Lord :  he  hears  and  fees, 
Heknows  thy  forrows,  and  reftores  thy  peace : 
His  worlhip  does  a  thoufand  comforts  yield, 
He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thine  heav'nly  lhield.  - 

6.  In  God  we  truft ;  our  impious  foes  in  vain 
Attempt  our  ruin,  and  oppofe  his  reign  ; 
Had  they  prevail'd,  darknefs  had  clos'd  our 

days, 
And  death  and  filencehad  forbid  his  praife  : 
But  we  are  fav'd,  and  live  :  let  fongs  arife, 
And  Zion  blefs  the  God  who  built  the  ikies. 


Psalm    CXVI.     \jl  Part.    Com.  Metre, 

Recovery  from  Jicknefs, 
a  T  LOVE  the  Lord ;  he  heard  my  cries, 
X  And  pity'd  ev'ry  groan : 
Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rife, 
I'll  haften  to  his  throne. 

2  I  love  the  Lord ;  he  bow'd  Ws  ear, 

And  chas'd  my  griefs  away  ; 

O  let  my  heart  no  more  defpair, 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray. 

3  My  flefh  declin'd,  my  fpirits  fell, 

And  I  drew  near  the  dead, 
While  inward  pangs,  and  fears  of  hell;, 
Perplex'd  my  wakeful  head; 

4  ««  My  God,  I  cry'd,  thy  fervant  fave, 

"  Thou  ever  good  and  j,uft  ; 
rt  Thy  pow'r  can  refcue  from  the  grave^ 
"  Thy  pow'r  is  all  my  truft." 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  fore  diftreft, 

He  bid  my  pains  remove  ; 
Return,  my  foul,  to  God  thy  reft, 
For  thou  hail:  known  his  love, 
fit  a 


234       PSALM    CXVr,CXVIi, 

6  My  God  hath  fav'd  my  foul  from  dcatin 
.  And  dry'd  my  falling  tears  : 
Now  to  his  praife  I'll  fpend  my  breath, 
And  my  remaining  years. 

Psalm    CXVI.     zd  Part.     Com.  Metre. 
Vorajs  made  in  trouble,  paid  in  the  church  :  or,  publi 

thanks  for  private  deli-oerance. 
I   T-TC  THAT  mall  I  render  to  my  God,. 
VV     For  all  his  kindnefs  ihown  ! 
My  feet  mall  vifit  thine  abode, 
My  fongs  addrefs  thy  throne. 
2-  Among  the  faints  who-  fill  thy  houfe, 
My  ofPrings  ihall  be  paid  ; 
There  fnall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  foul  in  anguifh  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever-blerTed  God ! 
How  dear  thy  fervants  in  thy  fight  !' 
How  precious  is  their  blood  1 

4  How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  which  thou  haft  made  thy  care> 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

Nor  lhall  my  purpofe  move  ; 
Thy  hand  hath  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain., 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 
Witnefs  ye  faints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forfake  the  Lord. 


P  s  a  l  m    CXVII.     Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  from  all  nations. 
i    f^\  ALL  ye  nations,  praife  the  Lord, 

\J  £ach  with  a  dtfFrsnt  tongue  5 


PSALM    CXVII,   CXVIII.        2^S 

In  ev'ry  language  learn  his  word, 

And  let  his  name  be  Tung. 
His  mercy  reigns  through  ev'ry  land  j 

Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  ; 
For  ever  firm  his  truth  ihall  ftand  ; 

Praife  ye  the  faithful  God. 


P  s  a  l  m    CXVII.     Long  Metre. 

FROM  all  who  dwell  below  the  flues 
Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife  : 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  befung 
Through  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 
Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  : 
Thy  praife  ftiall  found  from  more  to  ihore, 
'Till  funs  ihall  rife  and  fet  no  more. 


Psalm    CXYII.     Short  Metre. 
i   rip*HY  name,  almighty  Lord, 

X     Shall  found  through  liftant  lands  } 
Great  is  thy  grace,  .nufurethy  word, 

Thy  truth  for  ever  ltands. 
z  Far  be  thine  honour  fpread, 

And  long  thy  praife  endure, 

'Till  morning  light  and  ev'ningihade 

Shall  be  exchang'd  no  more. 

s  alm    CXVHL     iji Part.    Com. Metre, 
Deliverance  from  a  tumuli. 

THE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 
Nor  is  my  faith  afraid 
What  all  the  fons  of  earth  can  do> 

Since  heav'n  affords  its  aid. 
'Tis  fafer,  Lord,  to-truft  in  thee, 
And  have  my  God  my  friend* 


236  PSALM    CXVIIt 

Than  truft  in  men  of  high  degree, 
And  on. their  truth  depend. 

3  Like  bees  my  foes  befet  me  round, 

A  large  and  angry  fwarm  ; 
But  I  fhall  all  their  rage  confound, 
By  thine  almighty  arm. 

4  'Tis  through  the  Lord  my  heart  is ftrongi. 

In  him  my  lips  rejoice  ; 
While  his  falvation  is  my  fong, 
How  cheerful  is  my  voice  ! 

5  Like  angry  bees  they  girt  me  round ; 

When  God  appears,  they  fly  : 
So  burning  thorns  with  crackling  found  •. 
Make  a  fierce  blaze,  and  die. 

6  Joy  to  the  faints,  and  peace  belongs  jx 

The  Lord  protects  their  ways  : . 
Let  If  el  tune  immortal  fongs 
To  his  almighty  grace. 

P  s  a  l  m    CXVin.      2d  Part,    Com.  Metre. 

PublUpraife  for  deli-verance  from  death*  . 
i   "T    ORD,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry, 
■   j  And  refcu'd  from  the  grave  ; 
Now  fhall  he  live  :   (and  none  can  die, 
If  God  refolve  to  fave.) 
a  Thy  praife  more  conftant  than  before, 
Shall  fill  his  daily  breath  ; 
Thy  hand  which  hath  chaftis'd  him.  fore*. 
Defendshim  ftill  from  death. 

3  Open  the  gates  of  Zion  now, 

For  we  fhall  jvorfhip  there, 
The  houfe  where  all  the  righteous  goy 
Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4  Among  th'  affemblies  of  thy  faints,  s 

Our  thankful  voice  we  raife  ; 


PSA  L  M    CXVIII.  237 

There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 
And  there  we  fpeak  thy  praife.. 

Psalm    CXVIII.    $dPurt.  Common  Metre, 
ChrirT  the  foundation  of  bis  church. 

1  TJEKOLD  the  fure  Foundation-Stone, 
_J3  Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 

To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praife. 

2  Chofen  of  God,  to  Tinners  dear, 

And  faints  adore  his  name  ; 
They- trull  their  whole  falvatiori  here, 
Nor  lli7.ll . they  fuifer  fname. 

3  The  foolifh  builders,  -fcribe  and  prienv 

Reject  it  with  difdain  ; 
Yet  on  this 'Rock  the  church  fnail  reft. 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withflood  ? 

Yet  mull  this  building  rife  ; 
'Tis  thy  own  work,  almighty  God, 
And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes. 

Rsalm    CXVm.     4$  Part..  ■  Com.  Metre* 

Hofanna;  the  Lord's  .day::   or,  Chrzsf's  refurre:* 

tion  .and  our  fahvation. 

1  r  1  "^HIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  -hath  made, 

X     He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praife  furround.  the  throne, 

2  To-day  he  rofe  aji-d  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  faints  his  triumphs  fpread> 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hofanna  to  th'  -anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  : 


238  PSALM    CXVIII. 

Help  us,  O  Lord,  defcend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Bleft  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  meflfages  of  grace  ; 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  fave  our  finful  race. 

5  Hofanna  in  the  higheft  ftrains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raife  ; 
The  higheft  heav'ns,  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praife.. 

Psalm     CXVIII.     Short  Metre. 
An  Hofanna  for  the  Lord*  s  day  :.ort  a   ne-w  Jong  of 
falt'aticn  by  Chrift. 
i  O  EE  what  a  living  Stone 

Ii5     The  builders  did  refufe ; 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon> 
In  fpite  of  envious  Jews. 

2  The  fcribe  and  angry  prieft. 

Reject  thine  only  Son  ; 
Yet  on  this  Rock  fhall  Zion  reft, 
As  the  chief  Corner-Stone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 

And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes  ; 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
This  day  did  Jefus  rife. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day 

That  our  Redeemer  made ; 
Let  us  rejoice,  and  fing,  and  pray ; 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Hofanna  to  the  King 

Of  David's  royal  blood  ; 
Blefs  him  ye  faints :  he.  comes  to  brin£ 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  blefs  thy  holy  word, 

Which  all  tjiis  grace  difplays  ; 


PSALM    CXVHI,  CXIX,         339 

And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Our  facrifice  of  praife. 

Psalm    CXVIII.     Long  Metre. 

An  Hof anna  for  the  Lord" 's  day  :  or,  a  new  fong >'ef 
jal-vation  by  Chrift. 

1  T"    O  !  what  a  glorious  Corner-Stone 

I   j  The  Jewijh  builders  did  refufe  : 
But  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
In  fpite  of  envy  and  the  Jews. 

2  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine, 
The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  ; 
This  is  the  day  which  proves  it  thine, 
The  day  which  faw  our  Saviour  rife. 

3  Sinners  rejoice,  and  faints  be  glad  ; 
Hofanna,  let  his  name  be  bleft  : 

A  thoufand  honours  on  his  head, 
With  peace  and  light,  and  glory  reft. 

4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  to  our  dying  race  ; 

Let  the  whole  church  addrefs  their  King 
With  hearts  of  joy,  and  fongs  of  praife. 

P  s  a  l  m  CXIX.  lft  Part.  Common  Metre. 
[/  have  c oiled ed  and  difpofed the  mofi  ufeful  -verfes 
of  this  P faint  under  eighteen  different  heads,  and 
formed  a  divine  for.g  upon  each  of  them  t  but  the 
werfes  are  much  tranfpofed,  to  attain  fame  degree  of 
connexion.  In  feme  places,  among  the  words,  lav/, 
commands,  judgments,  teftimonies,  I  ha<veufed 
gofpel,  word,  grace,  truth,  promifes,  &c.  as 
more  agreeable  to  the  Nesw  Teflament,  and  the  com- 
mon language  of  Chri/lians  ;  and  it  equally  anfwers 
the  dejign  of  the  Pfalmift,  which  was  to  recommend 
the  holyfcripturesf\ 


S4o  PSAL  M     i  XIX. 

The  hlefjednefs  of 'faint f,  and  mifcry  cffiincrs, 
Verfe  1,  2,  3. 

1  Tl  LEST  are  the  undehTd  in  heart, 
J3  Whofe  ways  are  right  and  clean : 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 

But  fly  from  ev'ry  fin. 

2  Bleil  are  the  men  who  keep  thy  word, 

And  praftife  thy  commands ; 
With  their  whole  heart  they  feek  the  Lord, 
And  ferve  thee  with  their  hands. 
Ver.  165. 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law ; 

How  firm  their  fouls  abide  ! 
Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  fteady  feet  afide. 
Ver.  6. 

4  Then  mail  my  heart  have  inward  joy, 

And  keep  my  face  from  fhame, 
When  all  thy  ftatutes  I  obey, 
And  honour  all  thy  name. 
Ver.  21,  118. 

5  But  haughty  finners  God  will  hate, 

The  proud  mall  die  accurft  ; 
The  fons  of  falfhood  and  deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  duft. 
Ver.  1 19,  155. 

6  Vile  as  the  drofs  the  wicked  are  : 

And  thofe  who  leave  thy  ways, 
Shall  fee  falvation  from  afar, 
But  never  tafte  thy  grace. 


P  s  a  l  m    CXIX,    zd  Part.    Com.  Metre. 

Secret  devotion,  andfpiritual-mindednefs  :  or,  confant 

conn )  erf e  nuith  God. 

Ver.  147,  55. 

1  r  h  ^O  thee,  before  the  dawning  light, 

JL      My  gracious  God,  I  pray  ; 


PSALM    CXIX.  4^ 

I  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 
And  keep  th^  law  by  day. 
Ver.  81. 
2  My  fpirit  faints  to  fee  thy  grace* 
Thy  promife  bears  me  up  ; 
And  while  falvation  long  delays, 
Thy  word  fiipports  my  hope. 
Ver.  164. 
$  Seven  times  a-dayl  lift  my  hands. 
And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee ; 
Thy  righteous  providence  demands 
Repeated  prarfe  from  me. 
Ver.  62. 
4  When  midnight  darknefs  veils  the  ikies* 
I  call  thy  works  to  mind  ; 
My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rife, 
And  fweet  acceptance  find. 

.HI  ———1 

Psalm    CXIX.    3*/  Pott.    Com.  Jtfetfe, 
ProfeJJions  ofjincerity,  repentance  and  obedience. 
Ver.  57,  60. 

1  rr^HOU  art  my  portion,  O  my  God, 

X     Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  hafte  t*  obey  thy  word, 
And  fuffers  no  delay. 

Ver.  30,  14. 

2  I  chufe  the  path  of  heav'nly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice : 

Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 

Could  make  me  fo  rejoice. 

3  The  teftimonies  of  thy  grace, 

I  fet  before  mine  eyes  ; 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  ftrength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 
Ver,  59. 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 

I  think  upon  my  ways, 
W 


242  PSALM     CXIX. 

Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  truft  thy  pard'ning  grace. 
Ver.  94, 114, 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

O  fave  thy  fervant,  Lord  ; 
Thou  art  my  fhield,my  hiding-place, 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 
Ver.  112. 

6  Thou  haft  mclin'd  this  heart  of  mine 

Thy  ftatutes  to  fulfil : 
And  thus  'till  mortal  life  lhall  emi, 
Would  I  perform  thy  will. 


Psalm    CXIX.    4//?  Part.   Com.  Metre. 

Inftruffion  from  fcripture. 
Ver.  9. 

1  TJOW  fhall  the  young  fecure  their  heart?, 
X.  JL   And  guard  their  lives  from  fin  r 
Thy  word  the  choiceft  rule  imparts, 

To  keep  the  confeience  clean. 
Ver.  130. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  fpreads  fuch  light  abroad, 
The  meaneft  fouls  initruftion  find, 
And  raife  their  thoughts  to  God. 
Ver.  105. 

3  'Tis  like  the  fun,  a  heav'nly  light, 

Which  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 
Ver.  99,  100. 

4  The  men  who  keep  thy  law  with  care, 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
^    Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 


PSALM    CXIX.  243 

Ver.  104,  113. 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wife  ; 

I  hate  the  finner's  road  ; 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  which  rife, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 
Ver.  89/90,  91. 

6  [The  ftarry  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey, 

The  earth  maintains  her  place  ; 
And  thefe  thy  fervants  night  and  day 
Thy  fkill  and  pow'r  exprefs. 

7  But  ftill  thy  lav/  and  gofpel,  Lord, 

Have  lelTons  more  divine  : 
Not  earth  ftands  firmer  than  thy  word, 
Nor  ftars  fo  nobly  mine.] 

Ver.  160,  140,  9,  116. 
S  Thy  word  is  everlafting  truth  ; 
How  pure  is  ev'ry  page  I 
That  holy  book  lhall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  fupport  our  age. 


Psalm    CXIX.     ph  Part.     Com.  Metre. 
Delight  infcripture  :  or,  the  ivord  of  God  dwelling 
in  us, 

Ver.  97. 

1  f~\  HOW  I  love  thy  holy  law, 
\J     'Tis  daily  my  delight ; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 

Divine  advice  bv  night. 
Ver.  148. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day    . 

To  meditate  thy  word  ; 
My  foul  with  longing  melts  away* 
To  hear  thy  gofpel,  Lord. 
Ver.  3/13,  54. 

3  How  doth  thy  word  my  heart  engage  t 

How  well  employ  myongue  1 


244  PSALM     CXIX. 

And  in  my  tirefome  pilgrimage, 
Yields  me  an  heav'nly  fong. 
Ver.  19,  1 03. 

4  Am  I  a  ftranger,  or  at  home  ? 

'Tis  my  perpetual  feaft  j 
Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb* 
So  much  delights  mytafte. 
Ver.  72, 127. 

5  No  treafures  fo  enrich  the  mind  ; 

Nor  fhall  thy  word  be  fold 
For  loads  of  filver  well  refin'd, 
Nor  heaps  of  choicelt  gold. 
Ver.  28,49,  17>- 

6  When  nature  finks,  and  fpirits  droop, 

Thy  promifes  of  grace 
Are  pillars  ta  fupport  my  hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  praiie. 

Psalm  CXIX.    6th  Part.    Common  Metre* 
Helinefs  and  comfort  from  the  word. 
Ver.  128. 
31  "T    ORD,  I  efteem  thy  judgments  right,, 
\  ^     And  all  thy  ftatutes  juft  ; 
Thence  I  maintain  a  conftant  fight 
With  ev'ry  flatt'ring  lull. 
Ver.  97,  9. 
z  Thy  precepts  often  I  furvey  : 
I  keep  thy  law  in  fight, 
Through  all  the  bus'nefs  of  the  day* 
To  form  my  actions  right. 
Ver.  62. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  iilence  cries, 

"  How  fweet  thy  comforts  be  1" 
My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rife, 
And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee  1 
Ver.  162. 

4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  nil* 

At  fome  good  word  of  thine* 


PSALM    CXIX.  24$ 

Nat  mighty  men  who  fliare  the  fpoil, 
Have  joys  comparM  to  mine. 

Psalm    CXIX.     ph  Part.    Com'.  Metre. 
Imperfe&ion  of  nature,  and  perfection  offcripture. 

Ver.  96,  paraphrafed. 
1   X    ET  all  the  heathen  writers  join 
1   ^     To  form  one  perfect  book, 
Great  God  I  if  once  compar'dwith  thine,. 
How  mean  their  writings  look  ! 
%  Not  the  moft  perfect  rules  they  gave. 
Could  fhew  one  fin  forgiv'n, 
Nor  lead  a  ftep  beyond  the  grave  ; 
But  thine  conduct  to  heav'n. 

3  I've  feen  an  end  of  what  we  call 

Perfection  here  below  ; 
How  fhort  the  pow'rs  of  nature  fall, 
And  can  no  further  go. 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  juft  with  God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought  j 
But  thy  commands,  exceeding,. broad, 
Extend  to  ev'ry  thought. 

5  In  vain  we  boaft  perfection  here, 

While  fin  defiles  our  frame, 
And  finks  our  virtues  down  fo  far, 
They  fcarce  deferve  the  name. 

6  Our  faith  and ,love,  and  ev'ry  grace, 

Fall  far  below  thy  word  ; 
But  perfect  truth  and  righteoufnefs. 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord.* 

P  s  a  l  m   CXIX.    -%th  Part.   Common  Metre, 

The  'word  of  Goj>    is  the  faint's  portion  :  or,  the 

excellency  and  'variety  offcripture, 

Ver.  111,  paraphrafed. 

s   ?      ORD,  I  have  made  thy  word- my  choice^ 

jL^i    My  lafting  heritage -5 

W  3 


246  PSALM    CXIX. 

There  fhall  my  nobleft  pow'rs  rejoice,. 
My  warmeft  thoughts  engage, 
c  I'll  read  the  hift'ries  of.  thy  love, 
And  keep  thy  laws  in  fight, 
Whik  through  the  promifes  I  rove, 
With  ever  frefh  delight. 
5  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 
Where  fprings  of  life  arife  : 
Seeds  of  immortal  blifs  are  fown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 
4  The  beft  relief  that  mourners  have, 
It  makes  our  forrowsbleft  ; 
Our  faireft  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  reft. 


Psalm    CXIX.    gth  Part.   Common  Metre, 
Defirt  of  knowledge  :  or,   the  teaching  of  the  Spirit ;, 
nvith  the  word. 
Ver.  64,68,  18. 

1  rlpHY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  OLord, 

X     How  good  thy  works  appear ! 
Open  mine  eyes  to  read  thy  wofd, 
And  fee  thy  wonders  there, 
Ver.  73,  1  25. 

2  My  heart  was  falhion'd  by  thy  hand, 

My  fervice  is  thy  due, 
O  make  thy  fervant  underftand 
The  duties  he  muft  do. 
Ver.  19. 

3  Since  I'm  a  ftranger  here  below, 

Let  not  thy  path  be  hid, 
But  mark  the  road  my  feet  mould  go, 
And  be  my  conftant  guide. 
Ver.  26. 

4  When  I  confefs'd  my  wand'ring  ways 

Tbouheardft  my  foul  complain; 


P  S  A  L  M    CXIX.  247 

Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 
Or  I  mail  ftray  again. 

Ver.  33,  34. 

5  If  God  to  me  his  ftatutes  mew, 

And  heav'nly  truth  impart, 
His  work  forever  I'll  purfue, 
His  law  fhall  rule  my  heart. 
Ver.  50,  71. 

6  This  was  my  comfort  when  I  bore 

Variety  of  grief ; 
It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more, 
And  fly  to  that  relief. 
Ver.  51. 

7  [In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now  ; 

I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  law, 
Nor  let  that  bleffed  gofpel  go, 
Whence  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 
Ver.  27,  171. 

8  When  I  have  learnt  my  Father's  will, 

I'll  teach  the  world  his  ways  : 
My  thankful  lips,  infpir'd  with  zeal, 
Shall  loud  pronounce  his  praife.] 


Psalm    CXIX.     %pth  Part.     Com.  Metre, 
Pleading  the  promifes. 
Ver.  38,  49. 

i   T3  EHOLD  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lord, 
XJ     Devoted  to  thy  fear ; 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 
Ver.  41,  58,  107. 
2  Haft  thou  not  fent  falvation  down, 
And  promis'd  quick'ning  grace  ? 
Doth  not  my  heart^ddrefs  thy  throne  t 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 


248  PSALM    CXIX* 

Ver.  123  42. 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  falvation  fail, 

O  bear  thy  fervant  up  ; 
Nor  let  the  fcoffing  lips  prevail, 
Which  dare  reproach  my  hope. 
Ver.  49,  74. 

4  Didft  thou  not  raife  my  faith,  O  Lord 

Then  let  thy  truth  appear : 
Saints  mall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  trull  as  well  as  fear. 


Psalm     CXIX.     nth  Part.     Com.  Mefret, 
Breathing  after  holinefs, 
Ver.  5,  33. 

1  f~\  That  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways*. 
\J     To  keep  hisftatutes  Hill  ! 

O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will ! 
Ver.  29. 

2  O  fend  thy  Spirit  down,  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart ! 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit,. 
Nor  aft  the  liar's  part. 
Ver.  37,  36. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes, 

Let  no  corrupt  defign, 
Nor  covetous  defires  arife 
Within  this  foul  of  mine. 
Ver.  133. 

4  Order  my  footfteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  fmcere  ; 
Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  confeience  clear. 
Ver.  176. 

5  My  foul  hath  gone  too  far  aft  ray,, 

My  feet  too  often  flip  -r 


PSALM    CXIX.  249 

Yet  fince  I've  not  forgot  thy  way, 

Reftore  thy  wand'ringfheep. 
Ver.  35. 
Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands  ; 

'Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 

Offend  againft  my  God. 


Psalm    CXIX.      12th  Part.    Com.  Metre. 

Breathing  after  comfort  and  deliverance, 
Ver.  153. 

1  1%  yTY  God,  eonfider  my  diitrefs, 
jLVX     Let  mercy  plead  my  caufe  ; 
Though  I  have  finn'd  againit  thy  grace* 

I  can't  forget  thy  laws. 

Ver.  39,  116. 

2  Forbid,  forbid  the  fnarp  reproach, 

Which  I  fo  juftly  fear  ; 
Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes. 
Nor  let  my  ihame  appear. 
Ver.  122,  135. 

3  Ee  thou  a  furety,  Lord,  for  me, 

Nor  let  the  proud  opprefs, 
But  make  thy  waiting  fervant  fee 
The  fhinings  of  thy  face. 
'  Ver.  82. 

4  Mine  eyes  with  expectation  fail, 

My  heart  within  me  cries, 
When  will  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfil, 
And  make  tny  comforts  rife  ? 
Ver.  132. 

5  Look  down  upon  my  forrows,  Lord* 

And  fhew  thy  grace  the  fame, 
As  thou  art  ever  wont  t'  afford 
To  thofe  who  love  thy  name. 


250  PSA  L  M    CXIX. 

Psalm    CXIX.      i^th Part.    Com.   Mette. 

Holy  fear  and  tender  fiefs  ofconfcience. 
Ver.  10. 
i   TTTITH  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy 
VV       O  let  me  never  ftray  [face, 

From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace, 
Nor  tread  the  Tinner's  way. 
Ver.  11. 

2  Thy  word  I've  hid  within  my  heart, 

To  keep  my  conference  clean, 
And  be  an  everlafting  guard 
From  ev'ry  rifing  fin. 

Ver.  63,  53,  i$S. 

3  Fm  a  companion  of  the  faints, 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  ; 
My  forrows  rife,  my  nature  faints, 
When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word. 
Ver.  161,  163. 

4  While  finners  do  thy  gofpel  wrong,, 

My  fpirit  Hands  in  awe  ; 
My  foul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 
Ver.  161,  120. 

5  My  heart  with  facred  rev'rence  hears 

The  threat'nings  of  thy  word  ; 
My  flefh  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 
Ver.  166,  174. 

6  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait 

For  thy  falvation  ftill  ; 
While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 
And  I  obey  thy  will. 

P  s  a  l  M     CXIX.     lqtbPart.     Com.  Metre. 
Bcneft  of  affiiSfionSy  and fupport  under  tkc:n. 
Ver.  153,  81,  82. 
x   /CONSIDER  all  my  forrows,  Lord, 
V^z     And  thy  deliv'rance  fend  : 


PSALM  CXIX.  251 

My  foul  for  thy  falvation  faints ; 
When  will  my  troubles  end  ? 
Ver.  7 1 . 

2  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  forme 

To  bear  my  Father's  rod  ; 
Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
And  live  upon  my  God. 
Ver.  50. 

3  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy 

When  new  diflrefs  begins  : 
I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way, 
And  hate  my  former  fins. 
Ver.  92. 
4.  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight 
When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 
My  foul,  oppreft  with  forrow's  weight, 
Had  funk  among  the  dead. 
Ver.  75. 

5  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 

Though  they  may  feem  fevere  ; 
The  fharpeft  fufPrings  I  endure, 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 
Ver.  67. 

6  Before  I  knew  thy  chaft'ning  rod, 

My  feet  were  apt  to  ftray  ; 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 


P  s  a  l  m    CXIX.      \$tb  Part.     Com.  Metre. 
Holy  refolutions. 
Ver.  93. 
J   /~\  THAT  thy  ftatutes  ev'ry  hour 
V_y     Might  dwell  upon  my  mind  ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 
And  daily  peace  I  find. 


252  PSALM    CXIX. 

Ver.  15,  16. 
a  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 
Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 
My  fotil  fhali  ne'er  forget  thy  word> 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy, 
Ver.  32. 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 

If  thou  my  heart  difcharge 
From  fin  and  Satan's  hateful  chains, 
And  fct  my  feet  at  large. 
Ver.  13,  46. 

4  My  lips  with  courage  fhall  declare 

Thy  ftatutes  and  thy  name  ; 
I'll  fpeak  thy  word,  tho'  kings  Ihould  hear* 
Nor  yield  to  fmful  fhame. 
Ver.  6 1 ,  69,  70. 

5  Let  bands  of  perfecutors  rife 

To  rob  me  of  my  right, 
Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  lies, 
Thy  law  is  my  delight. 
Ver.  1 15. 
*5  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 
Whofe  hands  and  hearts  are  ill ; 
I  love  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 
And  muft  obey  his  will. 

Psalm    CXIX.     16M  Part.    Com.Metre> 
Prayer  for  quickening  grace. 
Ver.  25,  37. 
j    TV  iTY  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  duft  : 
XVx    Lord,  give  me  life  divine  ; 
"From  vain  deures  and  ev'ry  luft 
Turn  off  thefe  eyes  of  mine. 
2.  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 
To  fpeed  me  in  thy  way, 
Left  I  mould  loiter  in  my  race, 
Or  turn  my  feet  aftray. 


PSALM    CXIX.  253 

Ver.  107. 

3  When  fore  afflictions  prefs  me  down9 

I  need  thy  quick'ningpow'rs  ; 
Thy  word  which  I  have  refted  on, 
Shall  help  my  heavier!  hours. 
Ver.  156,  40. 

4  Are  not  thy  mercies  fov'reign  flill, 

And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heav'nly  road  ? 
Ver.  159,  40. 

5  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  fee  thy  face  ? 
And  yet  how  flow  my  fpirits  move 
Without  enliv'ning  grace  I 
Ver.  93. 

6  Then  fhall  I  love  thy  gofpel  more, 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  its  quick'ning  pow'r 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 


Psalm    CXIX.    1  ph  Part.    Long  Metre. 
■Courage  and   perfeverance  under  perfecution  :    ory 
grace  jhining  in  difficulties  and  trials. 
Ver.  143,  28. 
iTTT HEN  pain  and  anguifti  feize  me,  Lord, 
V V     All  my  fupport  is  from  thy  word; 
My  foul  diflblves   for  heavinefs  ; 
Uphold  me  with  thy  ftrength'ning  grace. 
Ver.  51,  69,  110. 

2  The  proud  have  fram'd  their  feoffs  and  lies, 
They  watch  my  feet  with  envious  eyes. 
And  tempt  my  foul  to  fnares  and  fin  ; 

Yet  thy  commands  I  ne'er  decline. 
Ver.   161,  78. 

3  They  bate  me,  Lord,  without  a  caufe?. 
They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  laws  5 

X 


254-  PSALM     CXIX. 

But  I  will  truft  and  fear  thy  name, 
'Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  ihamc. 

Psalm    CXIX.     Laft  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Sanclified  afflictions  :    or,   delight    in    the  nxord  of 
God, 
Ver.  6y,  59. 
i  T^ATHER,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand, 
JP    How  kind  was  thy  chaftifmg  rod, 
Which  forc'd  my  confcience  to  a  ftand, 
And  brought  my  wand'ring  foul  to  God  i 
Z  Foolifh  and  vain  I  went  aftray, 
Ere  I  had  felt  thy  fcourges,  Lord  ; 
I  left  my  guide,  and  loft  my  way, 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 
Ver.  71. 

3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  bear  the  yoke, 
For  pride  is  apt  to  rife  and  fwell  ; 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  Father's  ftroke, 
That  I  might  learn  his  ftatutes  well. 

Ver.  72. 

4  The  law  which  i  flues  from  thy  mouth, 
Shall  raife  my  cheerful  pailions  more 
Than  all  the  treafures  of  the  fouth, 
Orweitern  hills  of  golden  ore. 

Ver.  73. 

5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 
Thy  Spirit  form'd  my  foul  within  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wond'roTis  name, 
And  guard  me  fafe  from  death  and  fin. 

Ver.  74. 

6  Then  all  who  love  and  fear  the  Lord, 
At  my  falvation  (hall  rejoice  ; 

For  1  have  hoped  in  thy  word, 

And  made  thy  grace  my  pnlj£fhoice« 


PSALM    CXX,   CXXI.  255 

Psalm    CXX.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  of  quarrel fo me  neighbours  :   or,    a  de-ioui 
ivijh  for  peace. 

1  rTpHOU  God  of  love,  thou  ever  bleft> 

X      Pity  my  fuff'ring  itate  ; 
When  wilt  thou  fet  my  foul  at  reft 
From  lips  that  love  deceit  ? 

2  Hard  lot  of  mine  1  my  days  are  caft 

Among  the  fons  of  ftrife, 
Whole  never-ceafing  brawlings  wafte 
My  golden  hours  of  life. 

3  O  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 

How  would  I  chufe  to  dwell 
In  fome  wide  lonefome  wildernefs> 
And  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell. 

4  Peace  is  the  bleiiirg  that  I  feek, 

How  lovely  are  its  charms  ! 
I  am  for  peace  ;  but   when  I  fpeak* 
They  all  declare  for  arms. 

5  New  paflions  ftill  their  fouls  engage, 

And  keep  their  malice  flrong, 
What  fnali  be  Gone  to  curb  thy  rage, 

O  thou  devouring  tongue  1 
€  Should  burning  arrows  fmite  thee  through, 

Strict  jufrice  would  approve  -, 
But  I  had  rather  fparemy  foe, 

And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 


P  s  a  l  m    CXXI.     Long  Metre. 
Divine  protection. 
1   y  TP  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

\J    TV  eternal  hills  beyond  the  fkies ; 
■Thence  all  her  nefp  my  foul  derives ; 
There  my  almighty  refuge  lives. 
2-  He  lives  ;  the  everlafting  God, 
Who  tmilt  the  workl,  who  fpread  the  flcod^ 


256  (        PSALM    CXXL 

The  heav'ns  with  all  their  hofls  he  madle  j 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

3  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way  ; 
His  morning  fmiles  blefsall  the  day  ; 
He  fpreads  the  ev'ning  veil,  and  keeps 
The  filent  hours  while  Ifr'el  ileeps. 

4  Ifr'ely  a  name  divinely  bleft, 
May  rife  fecure,  fecurely  reft  ; 
Thy  holy  Guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  flumber  nor  furprife. 

5  No  fun  fhall  fmite  thy  hend  by  day* 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  fickly  ray 
Shall  blaft  thy  couch  ;  no  baleful  ftar 
Dart  his  malignant  fire  fo  far. 

6  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn. 
Still  thou  fhalt  go,  and  ftill  return 
Safe  in  the  Lord  !   his  heav'nly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

7  On  thee  foul  fpirits  have  no  pow'r  ; 
And  in  thy  laft  departing  hour, 
Angels,  who  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 

Psalm    CXXI.       Common  Metre* 
Preformation  by  day  and  night, 

1  r  1  ^O  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 

JL      There  all  my  hopes  are  laid  ; 
The  Lord  who  built  the  earth  and  fki'es* 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

2  Their  feet  fhall  never  Aide  to  fall, 

Whom  he  dengns  to  keep  : 
His  ear  attends  the  fofteft  call  ; 
His  eyes  can  never  ileep. 

3  He  will  fuftain  our  weakeft  pow'rs. 

With  his  almio-htv  arm, 


PSA  L  M    CXXL  257 

And  watch  our  moft  unguarded  hours 
Againft  furprifing  harm. 

4  Ij'r'el  rejoice,  and  reft  fecure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  j 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  hispow'r 
Far  thirje  eternal  guard. 

5  Nor  fcorching  fun,  nor  fickly  moon, 

Shall  have  his  leave  to  finite  ; 
He  fhields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 
From  blafting  damps  at  night. 

6  He  guards  thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breath,. 

Where  thickeil  dangers  come  ; 
Go  and  return,  fecure  from  death, 
'Till  God  commands  thee  home. 


P  s^  l  m  CXXI.     Particular  Metre- 
Go  d-  cur  Preferver. 
UPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
From  God  is  all  my  aid  ; 
The  God  who  built  the  Ikies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made  ^ 
God  is  the  tow'r 
To  which  I  fly  ; 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  ev'ry  hour. 
My  feet  mall  never  Hide, 
And  fall  in  fatal  fnares, 
Since  God  my  guard  and  guide.*. 
Defends  me  from  my  fears. 
Thofe  wakeful  eyes 
That  never  ileep, 
Shall  IjVel  keep, 
When  dangers  rife., 
No  burning  heats  by  day, 
Nor  blafts  of  ev'ning  air, 
X  2 


258  P  S  A  L  M    CXXII. 

Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there  : 
Thou  art  my  fun, 
And  thou  my  made, 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 
4  Haft  thou  not  giv'n  thy  word 
To  fave  my  foul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  truft  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath ; 
I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
'Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 


Psalm    CXXH.  Common  Metre, 
Going  to  Church. 
i   T  TOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
XjL    My  friends  devoutly  fay, 
<e  In  'Lion  let  us  all  appear, 
"  And  keep  the  folemn  day  !" 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road  ; 

The  church  adorn'd  with  gra'ce, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  fhew  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts  with  joys  unknown. 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  fits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praifes  and  complaints ; 

And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  fmneis  from  the  faints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  facred  place, 

And  joy  a  conftant  guefl  ; 
With  holy  gifts  and  heav'nly  grace. 
Be  her  attendants  bleft ! 


PSALM    CXXII.  259 

6  My  foul  fhall  pray  for  Zion  ftill, 
While  life  or  breath  remains, 
There  my  beft  friends,  my  kindred  dwell* 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 


P  sal  M    CXXII.  Particular  Metre. 
Going  to  Church. 

1  T  TOW  pleas'd  and  Weft  was  I, 
J~L  To  hear  the  people  cry, 

"  Come,  let  us  feekour  God  to-day  f* 

Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal, 

We  hafte  to  Z/Ws  hill, 
And  there  our  vows,  and  honours  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorn'd  with  wcnd'rous  grace, 

And  walls  of  ftrength  embrace  thee  rounds 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear, 
To  pray,  and  praife,  and  hear 

The  facred  gofpel's  joyful  found. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne, 

He  fits  for  grace  and  judgment  there  : 

He  bids  the  faints  be  glad, 

And  makes  the  finner  fad, 
And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear, 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait, 

To  blefs  the  foul  of  ev'ry  gueft  ! 

The  man  who  feeks  thy  peace, 

And  wifhes  thine  increafe, 
A  thoufand  bleffings  on  him  reft  ! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
"  Peace  to  this  facred  houfe  !" 

For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell  * 
And  fince  my  glorious  God 


26o        PSALM   CXXIII,  CXXIV*. 

Makes  thee  his  bleft  abode, 
My  foul  fhall  ever  love  thee  welL 

Repeat  the  ^thjlanza,  if  mceffary.. 

Psalm    CXXITI.     Common  Metre, 
Tie  ad  in g  with  fubmijfon. 

i   f^\  THOU  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign 
\_J  Enthronrd  above  the  fkies, 
To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes.. 
z  As  fervants  watch  their  matters  hand,, 
And  fear  the  angry  ftroke  ! 
Or  maids  before- their  miitrefs  (land, 
And  wait  a  peaceful  look, 

3  So  for  ©ur  fins  we  juftly  feel 

Thy  difcipline,  O  God  ; 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  ftil!, 
'Till  thou  remove  thy  rod. 

4  Thofewho  in  wealth  and  pleafure  live,, 

Our  daily  groans  deride, 
And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 
Frefh  courage  to  their  pride. 

5  Our  foes  infult  us,  but  our  hope 

In  thy  companion  lies  ; 
This  thought  mall  bear  our  fpirits  up, 
That  Godwill  not  defpife. 


P  s  a  l  m    CXXIV.  Long  Metre. 
A  fong  for  deliverance. 

HAD  not  the  Lord,  may  Ifr'elfay,- 
Had  not  the  Lord  maintain'dour  fide, 
When  men,  to  make  our  lives  a  prey, 
Rofe  like  the  fwelli ng  of  the  tide  ; 
The  fwelling  tide  had  ftopt  our  breath, 
So  fiercely  did  the  waters  roll, 


PSALM    CXXV.  a6r 

We  Had  been  fwallow'd  deep  in  death  ; 
Proud  waters  had  o'erwhelm'd  our  foul. 

3  We  leap  for  joy,  we  fnout  and  fing, 
Who  juft  efcap'd  the  fatal  ftroke  ; 
So  flies  the  bird  with  cheerful  wing, 
When  once  the  fowler's  fnare  is  broke. 

4  For  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  fowler's  curfed  mare, 
Who  fav'd  us  from  the  murd'ring  fword, 
And  made  eur  lives  and  fouls  his  care. 

5  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 

Who  form'd  the  earth  and  built  the  Ikies  ; 
Hs  who  upholds  that  wond'rous  frame, 
Guards  his  own  church  with  watchful  eyss* 

Psalm    CXXV.     Common    Metre. 

The  faint*  s  trial  and  fafety. 

1  T  TNSHAKEN  as  the  facred  hill, 

1^    And  firm  as  mountains  be*. 
Firm  as  a  rock  the  foul  mall  reft, 
That  leans,  OLord,  on  thee. 

2  Not  walls,  nor  hills,  could  guard  foweli 

Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 
As  thofe  eternal  arms  of  love 
Which  ev'ry  faint  furrounu. 

3  While  tyrants  are  a  fmarting  fcourge* 

To  drive-  them  near  to  God, 
Divine  companion  does  allay 
The  fury  of  the-  rod* 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  fouls  ftncere* 

And  lead  them  fafely  on 
To  the  bright  gates  of  paradife, 
Where  Chrijl  their  Lord  is  gone. 

5  But  if  we  trace  thofe  wicked  ways. 

Which  the  old  lerpent  drew^ 


262       P  S  A  L  M    CXXV,  CX  XVI. 

The  wrath  which  drove  him  firft  to  hell,. 
Shall  finite  his  followers  tcvo. 


Psalm    CXXV.  Short   Metre. 
^T  he  faint's  trial  and  Jafety.  or,  moderate  afflictions, 
i   \   IRM   and  unmov'd  are  they 

X'    Who  truft  their  fouls  on  God  ; 
.Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt., 
Or  where  the  ark  abode. 

2  As  mountains  flood  to  guard 

The  city's  facred  ground, 
So  Gcd  and  his  almighty  love 
Embrace  his  faints  around. 

3  What  though  the  Father's  rod 

Drop  a  chaitifing  ftroke, 
Yet  left  it  wound  their  fouls  too  deep> 

Its  fury  mail  be  broke. 
3  Deal  gently,  Lord  with  thofe 

Whofe  faith  and  pious  fear, 
Whofe  hope  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace, 

Proclaim  their  hearts  fincere. 

5  Nor  fhallthe  tyrant's  rage 

Too  long  opprefs  the  faint  ; 
The  God  of  Ifr'el  will  fupport 
His  children,  left  they  faint. 

6  But  if  our  flavifh  fear 

Will  chufe  the  road  to  hell, 
Wemuft  expe£l  our  portion  there, 
Where  bolder  finners  dwell.. 


?  s  a  l  m      CXXVI.     Long  Metre. 
Surbri/tng  deli-verance. 
1   W  7  HEN  God  reftcr'd  our  captive  (rate, 
V  V    Joy  was  our  fong,  &  grace  our  theme  ; 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  to  great, 
That  joy  appear'd  a  painted  dream. 


PSALM    CXXVI.  263 

The  fcoffer  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 
Unwilling  honours  to  thy  name  ; 
While  we  with  pleafure  fhout  thy  praife, 
With  cheerful  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 
When  we  review  our  difmal  fears, 
'Twas  hard  to  think  they'd  vanim  fo  ; 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 
He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 
The  man  who  in  his  furrow'd  field, 
Kis  fcatter'd  feed  with  fadnefs  leaves, 
Will  mout  to  fee  the  harveft  yield 
A  welcome  load  of  ioyful  ilieaves. 


Psalm    CXXVI.    Common  Metre. 
The  joy  of  a  remarkable  converfion  :   or,   melancholy 

removed. 
I   TI THEN  God  reveaPd  his  gracious  name, 
V  V     And  chang'd  my  mournful  flate, 
My  rapture  feem'd  a  pleating  dream, 
The  grace  appear'd  fo  great. 
fL  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 
And  did  thy  hand  confefs  ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  ftrains. 
And  fung  furprifing  grace. 

3  "  Great  is  the  work,"  my  neighbours  cry'd, 

And  own'd  thy  pow'r  divine  ; 
"  Great  is  the  work,"  my  heart  reply'd, 
"  And  be  the  glory  thine," 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkeft  ikies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night  ; 
Make  drops  of  facred  forrow  rife 
To  rivers  of  delight. 
^  Let  thofe  who  fow  in  fadnefs,  wait 
'Till  the  fair  harvefl:  come, 
They  fhall  confefs  their  iheaves  are  great, 
And  ihoat  the  bleflmss  home. 


204  PSALM    CXXVtL 

6  Though  feed  lie  bury'd  long  in  dint, 
It  {han't  deceive  their  hope  ; 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  left, 
For  grace  infares  the  crop. 

7  sjt±  m    CXXVil.     Long  Metre. 
The  blejfng   of  God  on    the    hujinefs  and  comforts  of 

Iffe. 
i   |F  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft  -, 

I    And  pains  to  build  the  houfe  are  loft  ; 
If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 
The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  fleep. 

2  What  ifyou  rife  before  the  fun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done, 
Careful  and  faring  eat  your  bread-, 
To  fhun  thstt  poverty  you  dread  ; 

3  'Tis  all  in  rain,  "till  God  hath  bleft  ; 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft  : 
Children  and  friends  are  bleffings  too, 
If  God  our  Sov'reign  make  them  fo. 

4  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends  : 
How  fweet  our  daily  comforts  prove, 
When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his  love ! 


Psalm    CXXVIL     Common  Metre, 
God  All  in  All. 
i   TF  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny, 
X  The  builders  work  in  vain  ; 
And  towns,  Without  his  wakeful  eyes 
An  ufelefs  watch  maintain. 
2  Before  the  morning  beams  arife, 
Your  painful  work  renew, 
And  'till  theftars  afcend  the  Ikies* 
Your  tirefome  toil  purfue  : 


PSALM  CXXVIII,  CXXIX.       265 

Short  be  your  fleep,  and  coarfe  your  fare  j 

In  vain,  'till  God  has  bleft  ; 
But  if  his  fmiles  attend  your  care, 

You  mall  have  food  and  reft. 

Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends, 

Shall  real  bleffings  prove, 
Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  fends, 

If  fent  without   his  love. 


Psalm    CXXVIII.  Common   Metre. 
Family  bleffings. 
i  ^~\  HAPPY  man,  whofeibul  Is  fill'd 
V_/  With  zeal  and  rev'rend  awe  ! 
His  lips  to  God  their  honours  yield, 
His  life  adorns  the  law. 
3.  A  careful  providence  lhall  ftand 
And  ever  guard  thy  head, 
Shall  on  the  labours  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  bleffings  ihed. 

3  Thy  wife  lhall  be  a  fruitful  vine  ; 

Thy  children  round  thy  board, 
Each  like  a  plant  of  honour  mine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

4  The  Lord  lhall  thy  belt  hopes  fulfil 

For  months  and  years  to  come  ; 
The  Lord  who  dwells  on  ZzWs  hill, 
Shall  fend  the  bleiUngs  home. 

5  This  is  the  man  whofe  happy  eyes 

Shall  fee  his  houfe  increafe, 
Shall  fee  the  finking  church  arife, 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 


'Psalm    CXXIX.     Common  Metre* 
Perfecutors  puni/hed. 

UP  from  my  youth  may  Ifr'el  fay, 
Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tears  i 
Y 


266  PSALM    CXX1X. 

My  griefs  were  conftant  as  the  day, 
And  tedious  as  the  years. 

2  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  rage 

Of  all  the  ions  of  ftrife  ; 
,    Oft  they  arTail'd  my  riper  age, 
But  not  deftroy'd  my  life. 

3  Their  cruel  plough  had  torn  my  flefb 

With  furrows  long  and  deep, 
Hourly  they  vex'd  my  wounds  afrefh, 
Nor  let  my  forrows  lleep. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne, 

And  with  impartial  eye, 
Meafur'd  the  mifchiefs  they  had  done, 
Then  let  his  arrows  fly. 

5  How  was  their  infolence  furpris'd, 

To  hear  his  thunders  roll ! 
And  all  the  foes  of  Zion  feiz'd 
With  horror  to  the  foul. 

6  Thus  mall  the  men  who  hate  the  faints, 

Be  blafted  from  the  fky  ; 
Their  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints, 
And  all  their  projects  die. 

7  [What  though  they  nourifn  tall  and  fair, 

They  have  no  root  beneath  ; 
Their  growth  fhall  perifh  in  defpair, 
And  lie  defpis'd  in  death.] 

8  [So  corn  which  on  the  houfe-top  ftands, 

No  hope  of  harveft  gives ; 
The  reaper  ne'er  mail  fill  his  hands, 
Nor  binder  fold  the  fneaves. 

9  It  fprings  and  withers  on  the  place  ; 

No  traveller  beftows 
A  word  of  bleihng  on  the  grafs, 
Nor  minds  it  as  he  goes.] 


PSALM    CXXX.  267 

Psalm    CXXX.    Common  Metre. 
Pardoning  grace* 
l  ^~\UT  of  the  deeps  of  long  diftrefs, 
\Jf    The  borders  of  defpair, 
I  fent  my  cries  to  feek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 
st  Great  God,  mould  thy  feverer  eye* 
And  thine  impartial  hand 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  fleih  could  ftand. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God 

For  crimes  of  high  degree ; 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  bloody 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4  [I  wait  for  thy  falvation,  LordV 

With  ftrong  defires  I  wait ; 
My  foul,  invited  by  thy  word, 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate.] 

5  [Juft  as  the  guards  who  keep  the  night, 

Long  for  the  morning  fkies, 
Watch  the  firft  beams  of  breaking  light, 
And  meet  them  with  their  eyes : 

6  So  waits  my  foul  to  fee  thy  grace, 

And  more  intent  than  they 
Meets  the  firft  openings  of  thy  face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day.] 

7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Ifrael  truft, 

Let  Ifrael  feek  his  face  ; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  juft, 
And  plenteous  is  his  grace. 
S  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne1 
For  finners  long  enflav'd, 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son, ; 
And  Ifrael  mail  be  fav'd. 


268        PSALM    CXXX,  CXXXL 

Psalm    CXXX.     Long  Metre. 
Pardoning  grace. 

1  TT?ROM  deep  diftrefs-  and  troubled  tho'fs,, 
JL    To  thee,  my  God,  I  rais'd  my  cries  : 
If  thou  feverely  mark  our  faults, 

No  tiefh  can  ftand  before  thine  eyes. 

2  But  thou  haft  built  thy  throne  of  grace 
Free  to  difpenfe  thy  pardons  there, 
That  (timers  may  approach  thy  face, 
And  hope  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 
And  long  and  wiih  for  breaking  day, 
So  waits  my  foul  before  thy  gate  : 
When  will  my  God  his  face  difplay  ? 

4  My  truft  is  flx'd  upon  thy  word, 
Nor  mall  I  truft  thy  word  in  vain ; 
Let  mourning  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

5  Gratis  his. love,  and  large  his  grace, 
Thro' the  redemption  of  his  Son  : 
He  turns  our  feet  from  fmful  ways, 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 

Psalm    CXXXL     Common  Metre. 
Humility  and  fubmijjion. 
i   TS  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 
J[     Search,  gracious  God,  and  fee  ; 
Or  do  I  a£t  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 

2  I  charge  my  thoughts  be  humble  ftill>. 

And  all  my  carriage  mild, 
Content,  my  Father  with  thy  will, 
And  quiet  as  a  child. 

3  The  patient  foul,  the  lowly  mind- 

Shall  have  a  large  reward  : 


r     [p  sal  m  cxxxir.        269 

Let  faints  in  forrow  lie  refign'd, 
And  truft  a  faithful  Lord. 

P  s  al  m    CXXXII.    Long  Metre. 
At  thefettlement  of  a  church  :   or,  the  ordination  of 
a  minijier. 

1  IT  THERE  fhall  we  go  to  feek  and  find 

V  V    An  habitation  for  our  God, 
A  dwelling  for  th'  eternal  mind, 
Among  the  fons  of  flefh  and  blood  ? 

2  The  God  of  Jacob  chofe  the  hill 
Of  Zion  for  his  ancient  reft  ; 
And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  frill, 

His  church  is  with  his  prefence  blefL 
•3  "  Here  will  I  fix  my  gracious  throne, 
And  reign  for  ever,  faith  the  Lord ; 
Here  lhall  my  pow'r  and  love  be  known, 
And  bleffings  lhall  attend  my  word. 

4  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 

'  And  fill  their  fouls  with  living  bread  i 
Sinners  who* wait  before  my  door, 
With  fweet  provifions  lhall  be  fed. 

5  Girded  with  truth,  and  clothM  with  grace^ 
My  priefts,  mvminiiters  '1  all  Ihine  : 

Not  Aaron  in  his  coftly  drefs, 
Made  an  appearance  10  divine. 

6  The  faints,  unable  to  contain 

Their  inward  joys,  fhall  ihcut  andfing  5 
The  Son  of  David  here  lhall  reign, 
And  Zion  triumph  in  her  king. 

7  \3efm  ^a^  *~ee  a  num'rous  feed 

Born  here  t'  uphold  his  glorious  name; 
His  crown  lhall  iiourifn  on  his  head, 
While  all  his  foes  are  cloth'd  with  fhame."] 

Y  2. 


270  PSALM    CXXXII. 

Psalm      CXXXII.     Common  Metre- 
A  church  ejlablijhed. 
i   [^\TO  fleep  nor  number  to  his  eyes 
jL\      Good  David  would  afford, 
'Till  he  had  found  below  the  Ikies 
A  dwelling  for  the  Lord. 

2  The  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  name, 

His  ark  was  fettled  there  : 
To  Zion  the  whole  nation  came 
To  worfhip  thrice  a  year. 

3  But  we  have  no  fuch  lengths  to  go, 

Nor  wander  far  abroad  : 
Where'er  thy  faints  affemble  now, 
There  is  a  houfe  for  God.] 
Pause. 

4  Arife,  OKing  of  grace,  arife, 

And  enter  to  thy  reft, 
Lo  \  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  bleft. 

5  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word  : 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain, 
Could  no  fuch  grace  afford. 

6  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows, 

Here  let  thy  praife  be  fpread  : 
Blefs  the  pro/ifions  of  thy  houfe, 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

7  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  Anointed  fhine  ;  _ 
Jufcice  and  truth  his  courts  Hiaintain> 
With  love  and  pow'r  divine. 

8  Here  let  him  hold  a  lafting  throne, 

And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Freih  honours  (hall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  ihame  confound  his  foes. 


P  S  A  L  M     CXXXIIL  271 

Psalm    CXXXIII.     Common  Metre. 
Brotherly  love. 

1  "T    O,  what  an  entertaining  view 

I   j     Are  brethren  who  agree, 
Brethren,  whofe  cheerful  hearts  purfu£ 
The  path  to  unity  ! 

2  Whenftreams  of  love  from  Chrijl  the  fpring, 

Defcend  to  ev'ry  foul, 
And  heav'nly  peace,  with  balmy  wing^ 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  fweet 

On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head, 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet> 
And  o'er  his  garments  fpread. 

4  'Tis  pleafant  as  the  morning  dews, 

Which  fall  on  Ziorfs  hill, 
Where  God  his  mildefl  glory  mews, 
And  makes  his  grace  diftil. 


Psalm     CXXXQI.     Short  Metre. 
Communion    of  faints  :    or,   lo<ve  and  <worJhip   in  a 
family. 
i   Y)  LEST  are  the  fons  of  peace, 
..    J3    Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  are -one, 
Whofe  kind  defigns  to  ferve  and  pkafe, 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Bleit  is  the  pious  houfe 

Where  zeal  and  friendihip  meet, 
Their  fongs  of  praife,  their  mingled  vows^ 
Make  their  communion  fweet. 

3  Thus  when  on  Jaron's  head 

They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  fpread., 
And  pleafure  fill'd  the  room. 


272    PSALM  CXXXIII,  CXXXIV. 

4  Thus  on  the  heav'nly  hills, 
The  faints  are  bleft  above, 

Where  joy  like  morning  dew  diftils^ 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 


Psalm    CXXXIII.    Particular  Metre, 
The  bhjjings  of friendfinp. 

1  TTOW  pleafant  'tis  to  fee 
Xl    Kindred  and  friends  agree, 

Each  in  their  proper  ftation  move, 

And  each  fulfil  their  part 

With  fympathizing  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love  i 

2  'Tis  like  the. ointment  meet 
On  darons  facred  head, 

Divinely  rich,  divinely  fweet  ! 

The  oil  through  all  the  room 
Diffus'd  a  choice  perfume, 

Ran  through  his  robes,  and  bleft  his  feet, 

3  Like  fruitful  fhow'rs  of  rain, 
Which  water  all  the  plain, 

Defcending  fro  n  the  neighboring  hills  j 
Such  ftreams  of  pleafure  roll 
Through  ev'ry  friendly  foul, 

V/here  love  like  heav'nly  dew  diftils. 
[Repeat  the  frjtftaaza,  if  necejjary.] 


Psalm    CXXXIV.     Common  -Metre. 
Daily  and  nightly  deletion. 
x   'X7E  who  obey  th'  immortal  King, 
X       Attend  his  holy  place, 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  pow'r, 
Andblefs  his  wond'rous  grace. 
z  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  lights 
Aid  fend  your  fouls  on  high  j 


F  S  A  L"  M    CXXXV.  2.75 

Raife  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night, 

Above  the  ftarry  iky. 
3  The  God  of  Zion  cheers  our  hearts, 

With  rays  of  quick' ning  grace  ; 
The  God  who  fpread  the  heav'ns  abroad, 

And  rules  the  fweliing  feas. 

P  sa  l  m    CXXXV.       ift  Part.     Long  Metre* 
The  church  is  God's  houfe  and  care. 

1  TTJRAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;   exalt  his  name, 
J7    While  in  his  holy  courts  ye  wait  ; 
Ye  faints,  who  to  his  houfe  belong, 

Or  ftand  attending  at  his  gate. 

2  Praife  ye  the  Lord  ;  the  Lord  is  good  : 
To  praife  his  name  is  fweet  employ  ; 
Ifr'el  he  chofe  of  old,  and  Hill 

His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himfelf  will  judge  his  faints : 
He  treats  his  fervants  as  his  friends  ; 
And  when  he  hears  their  fore  complaints, 
Repents  the  forrows  that  he  fends. 

4  Through  ev'ry  age  the  Lord  declares 
His  name,  and  breaks  th'  oppreifor's  rod  ; 
He  gives  his  fufPring  fervants  reft, 

And  will  be  known  th'  Almighty  God. 

5  Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafte  his  love, 
People  and  priefts  exalt  his  name  : 
Among  his  faints  he  ever  dwells :. 
His  church  is  his  'Jerusalem*. 

Psalm     CXXXV.     zd  Part.     Long  Metre. 
The  <works   of  creation,   providence,   redemption  of 

Ifrael,  and  deft  ruffian  of  enemies. 
1   /p  REAT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 
Vjr  Above  all  pow'rs  and  ev'ry  throne  : 


274  PSALM    CXXXV. 

Whatever  he  pleafe  in  earth  or  fea, 
Or  heav'n  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 
z  At  his  command  the  vapours  rife, 

The  lightnings  flaih,  the  thunders  roar  -T 
He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  tempeft  from  his  airy  ftore. 

3  'Twas  he  thofe  dreadful  tokens  Tent, 
O  Egypt  /  through  thy  ftubborn  land  ; 
When  all  thy  rlrit-born,  beafts  and  men, 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 

4  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings 
He  flew,  and  their  whole  country  gave 
To  Ifr'ei,  whom  his  hand  redeem'd, 
No  more  to  be  proud  Pharaoh's  flave  ! 

5  His  pow'r  the  fame,  the  fame  his  grace, 
Who  faves  us  from  the  hoft  of  hell ; 
And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  pofTefs, 
Whence  thofe  apoftate  angels  fell. 

Psalm    CXXXV.    Common  Metre. 
Praife  due  to  God,  not  to  idols. 
x      A   WAKE  ye  faints  to  praife  your  King, 
x\    Your  fweeteft  paflions  raife, 
Your  pious  pleafure,  while  you  fing, 
Increafing  with  the  praife. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord  ;  and  works  unknown 

Are  his  divine  employ  ; 
But  ftill  his  faints  are  near  his  throne, 
His  treafure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea,  confefs  his  hand  j 

He  bids  the  vapours  rife  ; 
Lightning  and  ftorm  at  his  command 
Sweep  through  the  founding  Ikies. 

4  All  pow'r  which  gods  or  kings  have  claim'd, 

Is  found  in  him  alone  i 


PSALM    CXXXVI.  275 

But  Heathen  gods  fhould  ne'er  be  nam'd 
Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

5  Which  of  the  ftocks  or  ftones  they  trull 

Can  give  them  fhow'rs  of  rain  ? 
In  vain  they  worfhip  glitt'ring  dull:, 
And  pray  to  gold  in  vain. 

6  [Their  godshave  tongues  which  cannot  talk, 

Such  as  their  makers  gave  ; 
Their  feet  were  ne'er  defign'd  to  walk, 
Nor  hands  have  pow'r  to  fave, 

7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf, 

Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray  ; 

Mortals  who  wait  for  their  relief, 

Are  blind  asd  deaf  as  they.] 

8  Ye  faints,  adore  the  living  God, 

Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear  ; 
He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 
And  claims  your  houours  there. 


Psalm    CXXXVI.    Common  Metre. 

-GjOd's  'wonders  of  creation,  providence y   redemption 

o/'Ifrael,  and  falvation  of 'his  people. 

1  /~1  IVE  thanks  to  God  the  fov'reign  Lord, 
VJ  "  His  mercies  ftill  endure  :" 

And  be  the  King  of  kings  ador'd  : 
"  His  truth  is  ever  Aire." 

2  What  wonders  hath  his  wifdom  done  ! 

"  How  mighty  is  his  hand  !" 
Heav'n,  earth  and  fea,  he  fram'd  alone: 
"  How  wide  is  his  command  !" 

3  The  fun  fupplies  the  day  with  light ; 

"  How  bright  his  counfels  mine "!" 
The  moon  and  liars  adorn  the  night ; 
"  His  works  are  ail  divine," 


276  PSALM     CXXXVL 

4  [He  ftruck  the  fonsof  Egypt  dead} 

"  How  mighty  is  his  rod  !" 
And  thence  with  joy  his  people  led  : 
"  How  gracious  is  our  God  \" 

5  He  cleft  the  fwelling  fea  in  two  ; 

"  His  arm  is  great  in  might  i" 
And  gave  the  tribes  aparTage  through  : 
"  His  pow'r  and  grace  unite." 

6  But  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  drown'd; 

"  How  glorious  are  his  ways  If 
And  brought  his  faints  thro'  defart  ground 
"  Eternal  be  his  praife." 

7  Great  monarchs  fell  beneath  his  hand: 

"  Victorious  is  his  fword  :" 
While  Ifrael  took  the  promis'd  land  : 
*'  And  faithful  is  his  word."] 

8  He  faw  the  nations  dead  in  fin  ; 

"  He  felt  his  pity  move  :" 
How  fad  the  ftate  the  world  was  in! 
"  How  boundlefs  was  his  love  1" 

9  He  fent  to  fave  us  from  our  woe ; 

"  His  goodnefs  never  fails :" 
From  death  and  hell,  and  ev'ry  foe  ; 

•*  And  ftill  his  grace  prevails." 
io  Give  thanks  to  God,  the  heav'nly  King, 

"  His  mercies  ftill  endure  :" 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  praifes  fing  : 

*'  His  truth  is  ever  fure." 


Psalm     CXXXVL    Particular  Metre, 
x   f^\  TVE  thanks  to  God  moft  high, 
V_X     The  univerfal  Lord: 
The  Fov'reign  King  of  kings  ; 
And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 

"  His  pow'r  and  grace 

"  Are  ftill  the  fame  ; 


PSALM    CXXXVL  2jj7 

**  And  let  Ms  name 

**  Have  endlefs  pravfe." 
s  How  mighty  is  his  hand ! 
What  wonders  hath  he  done4 
He  form'd  the  earth  and  feas, 
And  fpread  the  heav'ns  alone, 

"  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

*«  Shall  -ftill  endure  : 

"  And  ever  fure 

•*  Abides  thy  word." 
^  His  wifdom  fram'd  the  fun, 
To  crown  the  day  with  light"; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  ftars  j 
To  cheer  the  darkfome  night, 

"  His  pow'r  and  grace 

"  Are  ftill  the  fame; 

"  And  let  his  name 

(<  Have  endlefs  praife," 
|  [He  fmote  the  firft-borft  fons. 
The  flow 'r  of  Egypt,  dead, 
And  thence  his  chofen  tribes. 
With  joy  and  glory  led, 

"  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

"  Shall  ftill  endure  ; 

"  And  ever  fure 

"  Abides  thy  word.'9 
«  His  pow'r  and  lifted  rod 
Cleft  the  Red-Sea  in  two  : 
And  for  his  people  made 
A  wond'rous  paiTage  through.  * 

"  His  pow'r  and  grace 

<c  Are  ftill  the  fame  5 

"And  let  his  name 

<c  Have  endlefs  praife." 
6  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there, 
With  all  his  hoft  he  drown'dv, 
Z 


vj$        PSALM    cxxxvir 

And  brought  his  Ifraelfofe 
Through  a  long  defart  ground. 

"  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

"  Shall  ftill  endure  ; 

"  And  ever  fure 

' *  Abides  thy  word." 

P  A  U  S  2. 

7  The  kings  of  Canaan  fell 
Beneath  his  dreadful  hand  ; 
While  his  own  fervants  took 
Poflefiion  of  their  land. 

ff  His  pow'r  and  grace 
"  Are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
M  And  let  his  name 
"  Have  endlefs  praife."] 

S  He  faw  the  nations  lie 

All  perifhing  in  fin, 

And  pity'd  the  fad  ftate 

The  ruin'd  world  was  in* 

tf  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
"  Shall  ftill  endure  ; 
"  And  ever  fure 
"  Abides  thy  word." 
g  He  fent  his  only  Son 

To  fave  us  from  our  woe, 

From  Satan,  fin  and  death, 

And  ev'ry  hurtful  foe, 

"  His  pow'r  and  grace 
"  Are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
"  And  let  his  name 
"  Have  endlefs  praife." 

io  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 
To  God  the  heav'nly  King  : 
And  let  the  fpacious  earth 

:    His  works  and  glories  fing« 


P  S  A  L  M    CXXXVI.  279 

"*•  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
"  Shall  Hill  endure; 
*(  And  ever  fure 
"  Abides  thy  word." 

Psalm     CXXXVI.     Long  Metre. 
Abridged. 
2   £^i  IVE  to  our  God  immortal  praife, 
\JT   Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  I 
"  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
"  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong." 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown ; 
*'  His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 

"  When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more£J} 

3  He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  Iky, 
And  fix'd  the  flarry  lights  on  high  : 

"  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
"  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong." 

4  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light,' 
He  bids  the  moon  «Ure&  the  night : 
"  His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 

**  When  funs  and  moons  fhall  fhineno  more.*5 

5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand. 
And  brought  them  to  the  promis'd  land  ; 
"  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 

"  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong." 

6  He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  fin, 
And  felt  his  pity  work  within  : 
"  His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 

"  When  death  and  fin  fhall  reign  no  mor§." 

7  He  fent  his  Son  with  pow*r  to  fave 
From  guilt,  and  darknefs,  and  the  graven 
•*  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 

Is  Repeat  his  mercies  m  your  fong." 


sSc         P  S  A  L  M    CXXXVltl. 

§  Thro'  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  feat ; 
"  His  mercies  ever  mall  endure, 
**  When  this  vain  world  mail  be  no  more**1* 


Psalm    CXXXVIII.     Long  Metre. 
Rejicrlng  and  preferring  grad. 
£  TI 7 ITH  all  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongu'e 
V  V     i'll  praife  my  Maker  in  my  fong  -y 
Angels  mail  hear  the  notes  I  raife, 
Approve  the  fong  and  join  the  praife. 

2  [Angels  who  make  the  church  their  care> 
Shall  witnefs  ray  devotion  there, 

While  holy  zeal  directs  my  eye* 
To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  ikies.] 

3  I'll  fing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord, 
I'il  fmg  the  wonders  of  thy  word  ; 
Not* all  the  works  and  names  below. 
So  much  thy  pow'r  and  glory  mow. 

4  To  God  I  cry'd  when  troubles  rofe,. 
He  heard  me  and  fubdu'd  my  foes  » 
He  did  my  rifing  fears  controul/ 

And  Itrength  cteffus'd  through  all  ray  fou^ 
'$  The  God  of  heav'n  maintains  his  ftate, 

Frowns  on  theprond,  and  fcorns  the  great  5 

Eut  from  his  throne  defcends  to  fee 

The  fons  of  humble  poverty. 
6  Amid  a  thoufand  fnares  I  ftand, 

Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ; 

Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive* 

And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive.. 
*7  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  beginc- 

To  fave  from  forrows  or  from  fins  : 

.The  work  which  wifdom  undertake 

Eternal  mercy  ne'er  focfakfisu 


P  S  A  L  JVfc  CXXXIX.       jjafi 

Psalm    CXXXIX.     i/?  P«r/.    Long  Metre, 

The  all-feeing  GOD. 
i   TT    ORD,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me 

JLi       through  : 

Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view 

My  rifing  and  my  refting  hours, 

My  heart  and  neih  with  all  their  pow'rs. 
3  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 

Are  to  my  God  diftin&ly  known  ; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  fpeak, 

Ere  from  my  op'ning  lips  they  break* 

3  Within  thy  circling  pow'r  I  ftand  ; 
On  ev*ry  fide  I  find  thy  hand : 
Awake,  afleep,  at  home,  abroad,, 

I  am  furrounded  ftill  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vaft  and  great  f 
What  large  extent !   what  lofty  height  I 
My  foul  with  all  the  pow'rs  I  boaft, 

Is  in  the  boundlefs  profped  loft. 

5  "  O  may  thefe  thoughts  poffefsmy  brejfty 
"  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  -9 

"  Nor  let  my  meaner  paffions  dare 
**  Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there*" 
Pause      i. 

6  Could  I  fo  falfe,  fo  faithlefs  prove, 
To  quit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  prefence  Hum, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ? 

7  If  up  toheav'n  I  take  my  flight, 

5Tis  there  thou  dwell'ft  enthron'd  in  light  % 
Or  dive  to  hell,  there  vengeance  reigns, 
And  Satan  groans  beneath  his  chains. 

8  If  mounted  on  a  morning  ray, 
I  fly  beyond  the  weftern  fea, 

Thy  fwiftex  hand  would  firft  arrive? 
And  there  ftrzeft  thy  fugitive, 

Z   2 


482  P  S  A  L  M    CXfeffife 

9  Or  mould  I  try  to  fhun  thy  figlrt 
Beneath  the  {pfeading  veil  of  night, 
One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray, 
Would  kindle  darknefs  into  day. 

10  "  O  may  thefe  tho'ts  poffeis  my  br-eaft, . 
"  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  I 

"  Nor  let  my  meaner  paffions  dare 

"  Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there." 

Pause     ii. 

ii  The  veil  of  night  is  no  difguife, 
No  fcreen  from  thy  aH-fearching  eyes  : 
Thy  hand  can  feize  thy  foes  as  foon 
Through  midnight  fhades  as  blazing  nooriv 

1 2  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 
Great  God,  they're  both  alike  to  thee  ; 
Not  death  can  hide  what  God  will  fpy, 
And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 

5  3  "  O  may  thefe  tho'ts  poffefs  my  breaft, 
"  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  ! 
c*  Nor  let  my  meaner  pafiions  dare 
*■  Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there." 


IP  s  a  l  m    CXXXIX.     2d  Part.   Long  Metre. 

The  wonderful  formation  of  man. 
x  J'Hp'Was  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came* 
JL     A  work  of  fuch  a  curious  frame  ; 
In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  mine, 
And  each  proclaims  thy  fkill  divine. 

2  Thine  eyes  did  all  my  limbs  furvey, 
Which  yet  in  dark  confufion  lay  ; 
Thou  faw'ft  the  daily  growth  they  took, 
Forrn'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 

3  By  thee  my  growing  parts  were  nam'd, 
And  what  thy  To  -'reign  councils  fram'd, 
(The  breathing  lungs,  the  beating  heart) 

Were  copy'd  with  unerring  art, 


P  S  A  L  M    CXXXIX.         28s 


> 


£  At  laft  to  mew  my  Maker's  name* 
God  ftamp*d  his  image  on  my  frame, 
And  in  ibme  unknown  moment  join'd 
The  finihYd  members  to  the  mind. 

5  There  the  young  feeds  of  thought  begaf>« 
And  all  the  paflions  of  the  man  : 

Great  God,  our  infant  nature  pays 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praife. 

P  A  V  S  M. 

6  Lord,  fmcein  my  advancing  age- 
Fve  acted  on  life's  bufy  ftage, 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  furmount 
The  pow'r  of  numbers  to  recount. 

7  I  could  furvey  the  ocean  o'er, 

And  count  each  find  that  makes  the  ihore^ 
Before  my  fwifteft  thoughts  could  trace 
The  num'rous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

8  Thefe  on  my  heart  are  ftiil  imprefs'd* 
With  thefe  I  give  my  eyes  to  reft ; 
And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 

God  and  his  love  poffefs  my  mind. 


Psalm    CXXXIX.      3d  Part.    LongMettfR 

Sincerity  prof  eft,  and  grace  tried:    cr}   the   heart- 

fear  chin g  God. 

1 1\  /f  ^  G°^>  w^2t  inward  grief  I  feel, 
XVjL  When  impious  men  tranfgrefs  thy  will  \ 
I  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane, 
Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain. 

2  Does  not  my  foul  detefland  hate 
The  fons  of  malice  and  deceit  ? 
Thofe  v/ho  oppofe  thy  laws  and  thee, 
I  count  them  enemies  to  me. 

3  Lord,  fearch  my  foul,  try  ev'ry  thought  > 
Though  my  own  heart  accufe  me  not 


284        PSALM    CXXXIX, 

Of  walking  in  a  falfe  difguife, 
I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 
4  Doth  fecret  mifchief  lurk  within  ? 
Do  I  indulge  fome  unknown  fin  ? 
O  turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  ftray, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 


P  s  a  l  m    CXXXIX.      i  ft  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
GOD  is  enjery  where. 

1  TN  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee, 
X     In  vain  my  foul  would  try 

To  fhun  thy  prefence,  Lord,  or  fled 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all-furrounding  fight  furveys 

My  rifing  and  my  reft  ; 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways*. 
And  fecrets  of  my  breaft. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

^Before  they're  form'd  within  ; 
Aiid  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  fenfe  I  mean. 

4  O  wond'rous  knowledge,  deep  and  high  I 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ! 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Befet  on  ev'ry  fide. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  ftill, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  foul  from  ev'ry  ill, 
Secur'd  by  fov'reign  lovs. 
Pause.. 

6  Lord  where  fhall  guilty  fouls  retire, 

Forgotten  and  unknown  ? 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
In  heav'n  thy  glorious  throne.. 

7  Should  I  fupprefs  my  vital  breath. 

To  'fcape.  the  wrath  divine. 


P  S  A  L  M    CXXXIX.  285' 

Thy  voice  could  break  the  bars  of  death* 
And  make  the  grave  refign. 
$  If  wing'dwith  beams  of  morning  light 
I  fly  beyond  the  weft, 
Thy  hand  which  mult,  fupportmy  flight* 
Would  foon  betray  my  reft. 
5  If  o'er  my  fins  I  think  to  draw 
The  curtains  of  the  night, 
Thofe  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law, 
Would  turn  the  ihades  to  light. 
10  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hou% 
Are  both  alike  to  thee  : 
O  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  pow'r 
From  which  I  cannot  flee  1 

Psalm    CXXXIX.    zd  Part.    Com.  Metfe, 

The  nxifdom  cr  God  in  the  formation  ofraan. 
4   T  7f  7"^E3S  ~  tfith.  pleafmg  wonder  ftan^> 
VV    And  all  my  frame  fur vey, 
Lord,  'tis  thy  work  :    I  own  thy  hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 

2  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reins  poffeft^ 

Where  unborn  nature  grew, 
Thy  wifdom  all  my  features  trac'd, 
And  all  my  members  drew. 

3  Thine  eye  with  niceft  care  furvey'd- 

The  growth  of  ev'ry  part, 
'Till  the  whole  fcheme  thy  thoughts  had  laid** 
Was  copy'd  by  thy  art. 

4  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea,  and  fire  and  wind# 

Shew  me  thy  wond'rous  fkill  j 
Eut  I  review  myfelf  and  find 
Diviner  wonders  ftill. 

5  Thy  awful  glories  round  me  mine* 

My  fieili  proclaims  thy  praiie  » 


£86        PSALM    CXXXIX,  CXLI. 

Lord,  to  thy  works  of  nature  join 
Thy  miracles  of  grace. 

Psalm    CXXXIX.    3d  Part.     Com.  Mete 
T7ie  mercies  of  God  innumerable. 
An  Evening  Pfalm. 

1  X    ORD,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er* 
JLj    They  flrike  me  with  furprife  ; 
Not  all  the  fands  which  fpread  the  fhofre* 

To  equal  numbers  rife. 

2  My  flefh  with  fear  and  wonder  ftands, 

The  product  of  thy  fkill, 
And  hourly  bleflings  from  thjr  hands, 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 

3  Thefe  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep  : 

How  kind,  how  dear  to  me  ! 
O  may  the  hour  which  ends  my  fleep, 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee/ 


Psalm.    CXLI.    Long  Metre. 
Watchfulnefs  and  brotherly  reproof. 
A  Morning  or  Evening  Pfalm. 

MY  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 
Like  morning  incenfe  in  thy  houfe, 
And  let  my  nightly  worfhip  rife, 
Sweet  as  the  evening  faerifke. 
Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  thorn,  Lord-, 
From  ev'ry  ralh  and  heedlefs  word  ; 
Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  finners  lead. 
O  may  the  righteous  when  I  itray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wand'ring  way  ! 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  medA 
Shall  never  bFuife,  but  cheer  my  head. 


PSALM  CXLII,  CXLIII.         287 

4  When  I  behold  them  preft  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  relief ; 
And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love.  * 

P  $  a  i  m    CXLK.    Common    Metre.* 
God  is  the  hope  of  the  helplefs. 
i  rT^O  God  I  made  my  forrows  known3 
X      From  God  I  fought  relief; 
In  long  complaints  before  his  throne 
I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief. 
22  My  foul  was  overwhelm'd  with  woes, 
My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  who  all  my  burden  knows., 
He  knows  the  way  I  take. 

3  On  ev'ry  fide  I  caft  mine  eye, 

And  found  my  helpers  gone, 
While  friends  and  ftrangers  pail  me  by, 
Neglected  or  unknown. 

4  Then  did  I  raife  a  louder  cry, 

And  call'd  thy  mercy  near, 
"  Thou  art  my  portion  when  I  die, 
"  Be  thou  my  refuge  here." 

5  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low, 

Now  let  thine  ear  attend, 
And  make  my  foes  who  vex  me,  knotf 
I've  an  almighty  Friend. 

6  From  my  fad  prifon  fet  me  free, 

Then  {hall  I  praife  thy  name, 
And  holy  men  mail  join  with  me, 
Thy  kindnefs  to  proclaim. 

Psalm    CXLIII.    Long  Metre. 
Complaint  of  heavy  afflictions  in  mind  and  body, 
a   "TV  JtY  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 
JVX  ^ear  when  Ifpread  my  hands  abroad, 


/288  PSAL  IS    CXLIII. 

And  cry  for  fuccourfrom  thy  throne,, 
O  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known. 

<&  Let  judgment  not  agairiftme  pafs  ; 
Behold  thy  fervant  pleads  thy  graces 
Should  jultice  call  us  to  thy  bar. 
No  man  alive  is  guiltlefs  there. 

.3  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  fee 
The  mighty  woes  which  burden  me  • 
Down  to  the  duft  my  life  is  brought, 
Like  one  long  buried  and  forgot. 

4  I  dwell  in  darknefs  and  unfeen, 
My  heart  is  defolate  within  ; 

My  thoughts  in  nrufing  iilence  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpfe  of  hope, 
To  bear  my  finking  fpirits  up; 

I  ftretch  my  hands  to  God  again, 

And  third  like  parched  lands  for  rain* 
<6  For  thee  I  thirft,  I  pray,  I  mourn  ; 

When  will  thy  fmiling  face  return  ? 

Shall  all  my  joys  on  esrth  remove  ? 

And  God  forever  hide  his  love? 
7  My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  fave, 

Will  fink  thy  pris'ner  to  the  grave  ; 

My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye  ; 

Make  hafte  to  help  before  I  die. 
3  The  night  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 

Diftreffing  pains,  diftreffing  fears  ; 

O  might  I  hear  thy  morning  voice, 

How  would  my  weary'd  pow'rs  rejoice  i 
9  In  thee  I  truft,  to  thee  I  figh, 

And  lift  my  Weary  foul  on  high  ; 

For  thee  fit  waiting  all  the  day, 

And  wear  the  tirefome  hours  away*, 
ro  Break  off  my  fitter's,  Lord,  and  fhoW 

Which  is  the  path  my  feet  fhould  go  $ 


PSALM    CXL1V.  a$9 

If  fnares  and  foes  befet  the  road, 

I  fly  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 
*a  i  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 

And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hill j 

Let  the  good  Spirit  of  thy  love 

Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above. 
■a  2  Then  mail  myfoul  no  more  complain. 

The  tempter  then  (hall  rage  in  vain, 

And  fiefh  which  was  my  foe  before, 

Shall  never  vex  my  fpirit  more. 

P  s  a  l  m     CXLIV.    \ft  Part.    Com.  Metre; 

Ajfjiance  and  victory  in  thefpiritucd  warfare* 
i  T70R  ever  blefled  be  the  Lord, 

JJ      My  Saviour  and  my  fhieid  ; 

He  fends  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 
To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  When  fin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

He  makes  my  foul  his  care, 
Inftructs  me  to  the  heav'nly  fight, 
And  guards  me  through  the  war* 

3  A  friend  and  helper  fo  divine, 

Doth  my  weak  courage  raife  ; 
He  makes  the  glorious  victory  mine, 
And  his  mail  be  the  praife. 


Psalm     CXLIV,      zdParu    Com.Metre; 

The  vanity  of  man  and  condefcenfien  of  God, 
•a  TT    ORD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 
t    j    Born  of  the  earth  at  firft  ? 
His  life  a  fhadow,  light  and  vain, 
Still  haft'ning  to  the  duft. 

2  O  what  is  feeble  dying  man, 
Or  any  of  his  race, 
That  God  fhould  make  it  his  concern 
grace ! 
A  3. 


2^o        PSALM    CXLIV,  CXLVc 

3  That  God  who  darts  his  lightnings  down, 
Who  fhakes  the  worlds  above, 
And  mountains  tremble  at  his  frown, 
How  wond'rous  is  his  love. 


Psalm    CXLIV.    Long  Metre. 
•  Grace  abo-ue  riches  :  or,  the  happy  nation* 

1  TYAPPY  the  city  where  their  fons, 
JL  Jl   Like  pillars  round  a  palace  fet, 
And  daughters  bright  as  polifh'd  ftones 
Give  ftrength  and  beauty  to  the  flare. 

2  Happy  the  country,  where  the  fheep, 
Cattle  and  corn,  have  large  increafe  ; 
Where  men  fecurely  work  or  fleep, 
Nor  fons  of  plunder  break  their  peace. 

3  Happy  the  nation  thus  endow'd, 
But  more  divinely  bleft  are  thofe 
On  whom  the  all-fufficient  God, 
Himfelf  with  all  his  grace  bellows. 

T  s  a  l  m    CXLV.    Long  Metre. 
Tbi greatnefs  of  God. 
X  ~\  MY  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife 
iVJL  Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days : 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue 
'Till  death  and  glory  raife  the  fong. 

2  The  wings  of  ev'ry  hour  mail  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear ; 
And  ev'r>  fetting  fun  fhall  fee 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee, 

3  Thy  truth  and  juftice  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thy  bounty  flows,  an  endlefs  flream  ; 
Thy  mercy  fwift;  thine  anger  flow, 
Eut  dreadful  to  the  flubborn  foe. 

4.  Thy  works  with  fov'reign  glory  Urine* 
And  fpeak  thy  majefty  divine  ; 


PSA  L  M    CXLV.  29s 

Let  "  ev'ry  realm  with  joy"  proclaim. 
The  found  and  honour  of  thy  name. 
Let  diftant  times  and  nations  raife 
The  long  fuccefnon  of  thy  praife  ; 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong 
The  joy  and  labour  of  their  tongue. 
But  who  canfpeak  thy  wond'rous  deeds? 
Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  ; 
Vail  and  unfearchabie  thy  ways, 
Vaft  a.nd  immortal  be  thy  praife. 

«  a  i  m    CXLV.     iji  Part.   Co».  Metre. 
The  greatnefs  of  God. 

TONG  as  I  live  I'll  blsfs  thy  name, 
^   j,    My  King,  my  God  of  love  : 
My  work  and  joy  ihall  be  the  fame, 

In  the  bright  world  above. 
Great  is  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  unknown* 

And  let  his  praife  be  great  : 
I'll  iing  the  honours  of  thy  throne* 

Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 
Thy  grace  fhall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  5 

And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  who  hear  my  facred  fong, 

Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice.    - 
Fathers  to  fons  lhall  teach  thy  name> 

And  children  learn  thy  ways  : 
Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 

And  nations  found  thy  praife. 
Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 

Shall  through  the  world  be  known  i 
Thine  arm  of  pow'r,  thyheavmly  ftate, 

With  public  fplendour  fhown. 
The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hands, 

Thy  faints  are  rul'd  by  love  : 


3$  PSALM    CXLV. 

And  thine  eternal  kingdom  ftandjs, 
Though  rocks  and  hills  remove. 

Psalm    CXLV.    2d  Part.   Common  Metre.. 
The  goodnefs  of  God, 

1  QWEET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace., 
O    My  G.od,  my  heav'nly  King  ; 
Let  age  to  age   thy  righteoufnefs 

In  longs  of  glory  fmg. 
3  God  reigns  en  high,  but  ne'er  confines 
His  goodnefs  to  the  ikies  ; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  mines*, 
And  ev'ry  want  fupplies. 

3  With. longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food, 
Thylib'ral  hand  provides  their,  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good, 

4  How  kind  are  thy  companions,  Lord  I 

How  flow  thine  anger  moves ! 
But  foon  he  fends  his  pardoning  word 
To  cheer  the  fouls  he  loves. 
$.  Creatures,  with  all  their  endlefs  race> 
Thy  pow'r  and  praife  proclaim  ; 
But  faints  who  tafle  thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to  blefs  thy  name.       j 

Psalm    CXLV.     $d  Port.      Com.  Metre. 
Mercy  to  /offerers  :or,  God  hearing prayer. 

2  T    ET  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak, 

I   ^     Thou  fov'reign  Lord  of  all ; . 
Thy  ftrengtn'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raife  the  poor  who  fall. 
2  When  forrow  bows  the  fpirit  down, 
Or  virtue  lies  diftreft 
Beneath  fome  proud  opprefibrs  frown*. 
Thou  giv'ft  the  mourners  reih 


PSALM    CXLVI.  293 

3  The  Lord  fupports  our  tott'ring  days* 

And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 
Holy  and  juft  are  all  his  ways, 
And  all  his  words  are  truth. 

4  He  knows  the  pain  his  fervants  feel, 

He  hears  his  children  cry  ; 
And  their  beft  wijhes  to  fulfil* 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5  His  mercy  never  ihall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  fincere  ; 
He  faves  the  fouls  whofe  humble  love- 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

6  [His  flubborn  foes  his  fword:  ihall  flay, 

And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain  ; 
But  none  who  ferve  the  Lord,  ihall  fay 
"  They  fought  his  aid  in  vain."] 

7  [My  lips  ihall  dwell  upon  his  praife, 

And  fpread  his  fame  abroad  ; 
Let  all  the  fons  of  Adam  raife 
The  honours  of  their  God.] 

P  s  a  l  m    CXLYL     Long  Metre,' 
Praife  to  Go  £  for  his  goodnefs  and  truth, 
^RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  ihall  join 
In  work  fo  pleafant,  fo  divine  : 
Now  while  the  fleih  is  mine  abode,. 
And  when  my  foul  afcends  to  God. 

2  Praife  ihall  employ  my-  nobleft  pow'rs. 
While  immortality  endures ; 

My  days  of  praife  ihall  ne'er  be  pail, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  lafL 

3  Why  fliould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
Princes  muffc  die  and  turn  to-duft  ,* 

Their  breath  departs,  theirpomp  and  po\y% 
And  thoughts  ail  vanifh  in-  an  hour, 
A  a  2 


294  PSALM     CXLVL 

4  Happy  the  man  whofe  hopes  rely- 
On  lfrel\  God  :    he  made  the  Iky, 
And  earth  and  feas,  with  all  their  train,. 
And  none  mail  find  his  promife  vain. 

5  His  truth  for  ever  ftands  fecure  : 

He  faves  th'  oppreft,  he  feeds  the  poor  ; 
He  fends  the  laboring  conference  peace,. 
And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 

6  The  Lord  hatlveyes  to  give  the  blind  : 
The  Lord  fup ports  the  linking  mind  ; 
He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diftrefs, 

The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs. 

7  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  welly 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell: 
Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  ; 

Praife  him  in  everlafting  ftrains. 


Psalm    CXLVL     Particular  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  for  his  goodnefs  and  truth. 

1  T'LL  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  ; 
J^   And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  mail  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs: 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  pall, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Why  mould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
Princes  rauft  die  and  turn  to  dull  ; 

Vain  is  the  help  of  flefh  and  blood  ; 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  andpow'r. 
And  thoughts  aiivanifhin  an  hour, 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promife  good. 

3  Happy  the  man  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  I/r'efs  God  :   he  made  the  Iky, 

And  earth  and  feas,  with  all  their  train  ; 
His  truth  for  era  iiands  fecure  : 


P  S,A  L  M  CXLVII.  2.9$ 

He  faves  th'  oppreft,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  mall  rind  his  promife  vain. 

4.  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  ; 

The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind  ; 
He  fends  the  lab'ring  confcience  peace's. 

He  helps  the  ftFanger  in  diftrefs, 

The  widow  and. the  fatherlefsr 

And  gives  the  pris'nerfweet  releafe. 

5  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell : 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  : 
Let  ev*ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age,. 
In  this  exalted  work  engage  : 

Praife  him  in  everlafting  ftrains. . 

6  I'll  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  breath*. 
And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  mail  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  days  of  praife  ihall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and -thought,  and  being  laft, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

P  sj  l  m    CXLVII.      \Ji  Tart,     Long  Metre. 

The  divine  nature,  providence  and  grace. 
t  yjRAISE  ye  the  Lord  :  'tis  good  to  raife 

X~  Our  heirts  and  voices  in  his  praife  1 

His  nature  and  his  Works  invite 

To  make  this  duty  our  delight, 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name  t 
His  mercy  melts  the  ftubborn  foul, 
And  makes  the  broken  fpirit  whole. 

3  He  form'd  the  ftars,  thofe  heav'nly  flames, 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names  ; 
His  wifdom's  vaft,  and  knows  no  bound, 

A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drownM. 


296  PSALM    CXLVII. 

4  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might  ; 
And  all  his  glories  infinite  : 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  juft, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  dufL 
Pause. 

5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 

Who  fpreads  his  clouds  all  round  the  Iky  : 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  defcend  in  vain. 

6  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 

And  clothes  the  fmiling  fields  with  corn  1 
The  beafts  with  food  his  hand  fupply, 
And  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry* 

7  What  is  the  creature's  fkill  or  force, 
The  fprightly  man,  the  warlike  horfe, 
The  nimble  wit,  the  active  limb  ! 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

3  But  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight ; 
He  views  his  children  with  delight  r 
He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
And  looks  and  loves  his  image  there. 

Psalm    CXLVII.     2d  Part.    Long  Metre. 
Summer  and  'winter. 

1  "  JET  Zion"  praife  the  mighty  God, 

And  make  his  honours  known  abroad  $ 
"  For  fweet  the  joy  our  Jongs  toraife> 
"  And  glorious  is  the  work  of praife."' 

2  Gur  children  are  fecure  and  bleft, 
Our  mores  have  peace,  our  cities  reft  ; 
He  feed's  our  fons  with  fineft  wheat, 
And  adds  his  bleffing  to  their  meat- 

3  The  changing  feafons  he  ordains, 
'     The  early  and  the  latter  rains  : 

His  flakes  of  fnow  like  wool  he  fends, 
•    And  thus  the  Springing  corn  defends. 


PS-AL  M    CXL¥IL  2fg£ 

4  With  hoary  froft  he  .{trews  the  ground  \ 
His  hail  defcends  wish  clatt'ring  found  ; 
Where  is  the  man  fo  vainly  bold, 
Who  dares  defy  his  dreadful  cold  ? 

5  Hfe  bids  the  fouthern  breezes  blow  ; 
The  ice  ditfblves,  the  waters  iiow  : 
Buthe  hath  nobler-works  and  ways,.. 
To  call  his  people  to  his  praife. 

6  To  all  our  realm  his  laws  are  mown  ; 
His  gofpel  through  the  nation  known  ;, 
He  hath  not  thus  reveal'd  his  word 

To  ev'ry  land :  praife  ye  the  Lord. 

Pwi  m    CXLVII.     Common  Metre*  . 
^T he.  feafom  of  the year.i 

1  TI TITH.  fongs,  and  honours  founding  !oud>, 

V  V      Addrefs  the  Lord  on  high  -y 
Over  the  heav'ns  he  fpreads  the  cloud, . 
And  waters  veil  the  fky. 

2  He  fends  his  fhow'rs  of  bleflings  doV/n 

To-  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 
He  makes  the  grafs  the  lriountains.  crownv. 
And  corn  in  vallies  grow. 

3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 

He  hears. the  ravens  cry  : 
.    But  man,  who  taftes  the  fineft  wheats 

Should  raife  his  honours  high. 
4.  His  fteadycounfels- change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year  ; 
He  bids  the  fun  cut  ihort  his  race, 

And  wintry  days  appear. 
5  His  hoary  froft,  his  fleecy  fnow, 

Defcend^and  clothe  the  ground  :  .- 

The  liquid  ftreams  forbear  to  flow* 

In  icy  fetters  bound. 


293  PSAL  M    CXLVIII. 

6  When  from  his  -dreadful  ftores  on  high, 

He  pours  the  rattling  hail, 
The  wretch  who  dares  this  God  defy, 
Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 

7  He  fends  his  word  and  melts  thefnow,. 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  : 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  fpring  return. 

8  The  chan^mc?  wind,  the  frying  cloud,. 

Obey  his  mighty  word  : 
With  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud* 
Praife  ye  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

P  sa  l  m    CXLVIII.    Particular  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  from  all  creatures, 

1  '^T'E  tribes  of  Jdam  ]o'm 

X       With  heav'n,  and  earth  and  feas> 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praife. 

Ye  holy  throng 

Of  angels  bright, 

In  worlds  of  light, 

Begin  the  fong. 

2  Thou  fun,  with  dazzling  rays, 
And  moon  which  rules  the  nighty 
Shine  to  your;  Maker's  praife, 
With  {tars  of  twinkling  light. 

His  pow'r  declare, 
Ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  that  fly 
In  empty  air. 

3  The  mining  worlds  above, 
In  glorious  order  ffcand, 
Or  in  fwift  courfes  move 
By  his  fupreme  command^ 


PSALM    CXLVIII.  299 

He  fpake  the  word, 

And  all  their  frame 

From  nothing  came 

To  praife  the  Lord. 
4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels 
In  unknown  ages  paft, 
And  each  his  word  fulfils, 
"While  time  and  nature  lafL 

In  difFrent  ways 

His  works  proclaim 

His  wond'rous  name, 

And  fpeak  his  praife. 

PA  USE. 

%  Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 
And  monfters  of  the  deep, 
The  flfh  that  cleave  the  feas, 
Or  in  their  bofom  fieep, 

From  fea  and  fhore 

Their  tribute  pay, 

And  ftill  difplay 

Their  Maker's  pow'r. 
6  Ye  vapours,  hail  and  fnow, 
Praife  ye  th'  almighty  Lord, 
And  ftormy  winds  that  blow- 
To  execute  his  word. 

When  lightnings  mine^ 

Or  thunders  roar, 

Let  earth  adore 

His  hand  divine. 
jp  Ye  mountains  near  the  ikies, 
•  With  lofty  cedars  there, 
And  trees  of  humbler  ilze, 
Which  fruit  in  plenty  bear  ; 

Beaftswild  and  tame, 

Birds,  flies,  and  worms, 

In  various  forms, 

^Exalt  his  name, 


goo         PSALM    CXLVIIL 

8  Ye  kings,  and  judges,  fear, 
The  Lord,  the  fov'reign  King ; 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
His  heav'nly  honours  fing  : 

Nor  let  the  dream 
Of  pow'r  and  ftate, 
Make  you  forget 
His  pow'r  fupreme. 

9  Virgins  and  youth  engage 
To  found  his  praife  divine. 
While  infancy  and  age 
Their  feebler  voices  join: 

Wide  as  he  reigns 

His  name  be  fung 

By  ev'ry  tongue, 

In  endiefs  ftrains. 
io  Let  all  the  nations  fear 
The  God  who  rules  above  ; 
He  brings  his  people  near, 
And  makes  them  tafte  his  love, 

While  earth  and  Iky, 

Attempt  his  praife, 

His  faints  (hall  raife 

His  honours  high. 

'  P  s^t  l  m    CXLVIIL    Long  Metre. 
Paraphrafed. 
Uni<verfal praife  to  Gov. 

t  T    OUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 

X__>  From  diftant  worlds  where  creatures 
Let  heav'n  begin  the  folemn  word,  [dwell  | 
And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

Rote,  This  Pfaim  may  be  fung  to  a  different  me- 
tre,by  adding  the  following  lines  toeachftanza. 
Each  of  his  works  bis  name  difplays, 
But  they  can  ne'er  fulfil  his  praife. 


PSALM    CXLVIII.  ,30* 

2  The  Lord  !  how  abfolute  he  reigns  1 
Let  ev'ry  angel  bend  the  knee  ; 
Sing  of  nis  love  in  heavily  ftrains, 
And  fpeak  how  fierce  his  terrours  be. 

3  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell, 
An  awful  throne  of  fhining  blifs ; 
Fly  through  the  world,  O  fun,  and  tell 
How  dark  thy  Yearns  compared  to  his. 

4  Awake,  ye  tempefts,  and  his  fame 

In  founds  of  dreadful  praife  declare  ; 
And  the  fweet  whifper  of  his  name, 
Fill  ev'ry  gentler  breeze  of  air. 

5  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree 
To  join  their  praife  with  blazing  fire, 
Let  the  firm  earth  and  rolling  fea 

In  this  eternal  fong  confpire. 

6  Ye  flowery  plains  proclaim  his  fkill ; 
Vallies  lie  low  before  his  eyes ; 
And  let  his  praife  from  ev'ry  hill 
Rife  tuneful  to  the  neighb'ring  Iky. 

*7  Ye  ftubborn  oaks,  and  ftately  pines, 
Bend  your  high  branches,  and  adore ; 
Praife  him  ye  beafts,  in  difPrent  ftrains  ; 
The  lamb  muft  bleat,  the  lion  roar. 

§  Birds,  ye  muft  make  his  praife  yourthemey 
Nature  demands  a  long  from  you : 
While  the  dumb  fifh  that  cut  the  ftream 
Leap  up  and  mean  his  praiies  too. 

9  Mortals  can  you  refrain  your  tongue, 
When  nature  all  around  you  fings  r 
O  for  a  fhout  from  old  and  young, 
From  humble  fwains  and  lofty  kings-,     . 

io  Wide  as  his  vaft  dominion  lies, 
Let  the  Creator's  name  be  known ; 
B  b 


302  PSALM    CXLVI1I. 

Loud  as  his  thunder,  fhout  his  praife, 
And  found  it  lofty  to  his  throne. 

11  Jehovah!  'tis  a  glorious  word, 
O  may  it  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue  ! 

But  faints  who  beft  have  known  theLoffl, 
Are  bound  to  raife  the  nobleft  fong. 

12  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 
Which  Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  chord.: 
From  all  below  and  all  above, 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 

Psalm    CXLVJII.    Short  Metre. 
Univerfal  praife. 
i   X   T/T  ev'ry  creature  join 

I    a    To  praife  th'  eternal  God  4 
Ye  heav'nly  hofts,  the  fong  begin, 
And  .found  his  name  abroad. 

2  Thou  fun  with  golden  beams, 

And  moon  with  paler  rays, 
Ye  ftarry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife. 

3  He  built  thofe  worlds  above, 

And  hVd  their  wond'rous  frame  : 
By  his  command  they  (land  or  move, 
And  ever  fpeak  his  name. 

4  Ye  vapours,  when  you  rife, 

Or  fall  in  fhow'rs  of  fnow  ; 
Ye  thunders  murm'ring  round  the  Ikies.; 
His  pow'r  and  glory  mow. 

5  Wind,  hail,  and  flafhing  fire, 

Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 
When  ye  in  dreadful  ftorms  confpirc 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  By  all  his  works  above, 

His  honours  be  expreft : 


PSALM    CXLVIII.  3u 

But  faints  who  tafte  his  faving  lcvey 

Should  fing  his  praifes  heft. 
Pause     i* 
7  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 

They  owe  their  Maker  praife  * 
Praife  him  ye  wat'ry  worlds  below, 

And  monfters  of  thefeas. 
S  From  mountains'  near  the  fky, 

Let  his  high  praife  refound  ; 
From  humble  ihrubs  and  cedars  high^ 

And  vales  and  fields  around* 
9  Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 

And  tamer  beafts  which  graze, 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food, 

And  he  expects  your  praife. 
ro  Ye  birds  of  lofty  wing, 

On  high  his  praifes  bear ; 
Or  lit  on  flow'ry  boughs,  and  fing 

Your  Maker's  glory  there. 

11  Ye*  creeping  ants  and  worms, 

His  various  wifdom  fhow, 
And  flies,  in  all  your  mining  fwarms, 
Praife  him  who  dreft  you  fo. 

1 2  By  all  the  earth-born  race, 

His  honours  be  expreft  ; 
But  faints' who  know  his  heav'nly  grace,, 
Should  learn  to  praife  him  belt; 

Pause     ii. 

13  Monarchs  of  wide  command, 

Praife  ye  th'  eternal  King  ; 
Judges  adore  that  fov'reign  hand, 
Whence  all  your  honours  fpring, 

14  Let  vig'rous  youth  engage 

T®.  found  his  praifes  high : 


304  PSALM    CXLIX. 

While  growing  babes  and  withering  age 
Their  feebler  voices  try. 

1 5  United  zeal  be  mown, 

His  wond'rous  fame  to  raife  j 
God  is  the  Lord,  his  name  alone 
Defe  rves  our  endlefs.p  raife. 

1 6  Let  nature  join  with  art, 

And  all  pronounce  him  bieft, 
But  faints  who  dwell  fo  near  his  heart, 
Should  fing  his  praifes  beft. 

Psalm    CXLIX.     Common  Metre. 

P raife  God  all  his  faints  .*:  or,    the  faints  judging 

the  world. 
i      A   LL  ye  who  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
XX.     And  let  your  fongs  be  new  ; 
Amidfl  the  church  with  cheerful  voice, 
His  later  wonders  mew. 

2  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 

Shall  their  Redeemer  fing ; 
And  Gentile  nations  join,  the  praife. 
While  Zion  owns  her  King. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleafure  in  thejuft, 

Whom  tinners  treat  with  fcorn  ; 
The  meek  who  lie  defpis'd  in  dull, 
Salvation,  fhall  adorn. 

4  Saints  mould  be  joyful  in  their  King.. 

Ev'n  on  a  dying  bed  ; 
And  like  the  fouls  in  glory  fing, 
For  God  fhall  raife  the  dead. 

5  Then  his  high  praife  fhall  fill  their  tongues, 

Their  hands  fhall  wield  the  fword  : 
And  vengeance  fhall  attend  their  fongs> 
The  vengeance  of  the  Lord. 


PSALM     CL.  305 

6  When  Chrift'hls  judgment-feat  afcends, 

And  bids  the  world  appear, 
Thrones  are  prepar'd  for  all  his  friends* 
Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here. 

7  Then  fhall  they  rule  with  iron  rod 

Nations  who  dar'd  rebel r 
And  joiu  the  fentence  of  their  God, 
On  tyrants  doom'd  to  hell. 
%  The  royal  finners  bound  in  chains, 
New  triumphs  fhall  afford  ; 
Such  honour  for  the  faints  remain  r 
Praife  ye  and  love  the  Lord. 


Psalm    CL.    Common  Metr^e. 
A fong  of  praife, 
j  TN  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  prg{fe> 
J[    His  grace  he  there  reveals  ; 
To  heav'n  your  j  oy  and  wonder  raife^ 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 
2  Let  all  your  facred  paffions  move, 
While  you  rehearfe  his  deeds  ; 
But  the  great  work  of  faving  love, 
Your  higheft  praife  exceeds,. 
j  All  that  have  motion,  life  and  breathy 
Proclaim  your  Maker  bleft  ; 
Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 
My  foul  mall  praife  him  beft, 


\The  great  eft' part  of  this  Pfalmfuits  not  my  chitf 
de/tgn  ;  I  have  therefore  imitated  only  the  two 
firft  verfes  and  the  loft,  in  a  Jhort  Doxology  or 
Jong  of  praife.  2^/,^W<?^Chriftian  Doxology 
is  more  ufed  in  Chrtftian  Ajfe/M'es,  I  bonis  Mid 
that  itlfo.~\ 


3o6  [DOXOLOGIES. 

The  Christian  DOXOLQGY.. 

Long  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Sen, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  One*. 
Be  honour,  praife,  and  glory  giv'n 
By  all  on  earth,  andall  in  heav'n. 

Common  Metre. 

LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son* 
And  Spirit  be  ador'd 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known-.,. 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 


Common.  Metre,   when   the.  tune  includes  tw$ 
jlan%as* 

THE  God  of  mercy  be  adorM, 
Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death,. 
Who  faves  by  his-redeeming  Word, 

And  new-creating  breath. 
To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  one  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One> 
L«t  faints  and  angels  join. 


Short  Metre 

YE  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  faints  who  dwell  below, 
Worfhip  the  Father,  praife  the  Son,. 
Aed  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 


N 


Particular  Metre. 
OW  to  the  great  and  facred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son>  and  Spirit,  be 


DOXOLOGIES. 


3°7 


Eternal  praife  and  glory  giv'n^ 
Thro*  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known* 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  faints  in  earth  and  heav'a*. 


Particular  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne* 
Perpetual  honours  raife> 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife  i. 
With  all  our  pow'rs* 
Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  fing* 
While  faith  adores*. 


|  HYMNS   | 


AND 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


JN    THREE    BOOKS. 

I.  Collected  from  the  Scriptures. 

II.  Compofed  on  Divine  Subjects. 

Ill*  Prepared  for  the  Lord's  Supper. 

coaftjoaooc'eaoccacooocooooooo 

£r  ISAAC  WATTS,'  p.  d. 

actio coco coos ooeoosooeoeocoea 


And  they  fung  a  nenv  fong,  faying,  Thou 
art  worthy,  &c.for  thou  waft  jlain,and 
haji  redeemed  us,  £sfr. —  Rev.  v.  9. 

Soliti  eflent  [i.  e.  Chriftiani]  convenire, 

carmenque,Chrifto  quafiDeo  dicere. 

Plin.  in  Epi/I. 


BOSTON: 

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FOR 

JOHN  BOYLE,  4nd  DAVID  WEST,,. 

MAR  LBOROUGH-STREE  T. 


M.DCC.XCII. 


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H   Y   M 

A   N    B 

SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

Book  I. 


Collected  from  the  Holy  Scriptures, 


Hymn    I.     Common  Metre, 

J?  neivfoncr  to  the  Lamb  that  was jlain..     Rev.  T» 

6,  8,  4,  10.  12. 

1  TOEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 
J£3    Amidft  his  Father's  throne  : 
Prepare  new  honours  for  his  name, 

And  fongs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worfhip  at  his  feet, 

The  church  adore  around  ; 
With  vials  full  of  odours  fweet, 

And  harps  of  fweeteft  found. 
Thofe  are  the  pray'rs  of  all  the  faints 

And  thefe  the  hymns  they  raife  : 
Jefus  is  kind  to  our  complaints. 

He  loves  to  hear  our  praife. 
[Eternal  Father,  who  fhall  look 

Into  thylecret  will  J 


312  HYMNS  AND  B.  L 

Who  but  the  Son  fhall  take  that  book. 
And  open  ev'ry  feal  ? 

5  He  fhall  fulfil  thy  great  decrees, 

The  Son  deferves  it  well  ; 
Lo,  in  his  hand  the  fov'reign  keys 
Of  heav'n,  of  death,  and  hell !] 

6  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  flain, 

Be  endlefs  bleffings  paid  : 
Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
For  ever  on  thy  head^ 

7  Thou  haft  redeem'd  our  fouls  with  blood> 

Haft  fet  the  prisoners  free, 
Hall  made  us  kings  and  priefts  to  God* 
And  we  fhall  reign  with  thee. 

8  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace, 

Are  put  beneath  thy  pow'r  ; 
Then  fnorten  thefe  delaying  days, 
And  bring  the  promis'd  hour. 


H  y  m  n    II.    Long  Metre. 

The  Deity  ana Ihtmanhy  of  thrift.     John  i.  I,  3> 
14.     Col.  i.  16.     Eph.  iii.  9,  10. 

i  T?  RE  the  blue  heav'ns  were  ftretch'd  abroad; 
jj   From  everlafting  was  the  Word  : 
With  God  he  was  ;  the  Word  was  God, 
And  muft  divinely  be  ador'd. 

2  By  his  own  pow'r  were  all  things  made> 
By  him  fupuorted  all  things  ftand  ,* 
He  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 

And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 

3  Ere  fin  was  born,  or  Satan  fell, 
He  led  the  hoft  of  morning  ftars ; 
(Thy  generation  who  can  tell, 

Or  count  the  number  of  thy  years  ?) 


B.I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         313 

4  But  lo,  he  leaves  thofe  heav'nly  forms, 
The  Word  defcends  and  dwells  in  clay, 
That  he  may  held  converfe  with  worms, 
Drefs'd  in  fuch  feeble  flelh  as  they. 

5  Mortals  with  joy  beheld  his  face, 
Th'  eternal  Father's  only  Son  ; 
How  full  of  truth  !  how  full  of  grace  ! 
When  through  his  eyes  the  Godhead  fhone  I 

S  Arch-angels  leave  their  high  abode, 
To  learn  new  myft'ries  here,  and  tell 
The  love  of  our  defcending  God  \ 
The  glories  of  Immanuth 


H  r  m  n    III.    Short  Metre. 
The  nativity  c/Xhrift.    Luke  i.  30,  &c.  Lukeii 
10,  &c. 

1  TJEHOLD  the  grace  appears, 
JL)    The  promife  is  fulfill'd  ; 

Mary,  the  wond'rous  virgin  bears, 
And  J  ejus  is  the  child. 

2  [The  Lord,  the  higheft  God, 

Calls  him  his  only  Son  ; 
He  bids  him  rule  the  lands  abroad, 

And  gives  him  David's  throne. 
5  O'er  Jacob  fhall  he  reign 

With  a  peculiar  fway  ; 
The  nations  fhall  his  grace  obtain, 

His  kingdom  ne'er  decay*] 
4  To  bring  the  glorious  news, 

A  heav'nly  form  appears  ; 
He  tells  the  mepherds  of  their  joys, 

And  banifhes  their  fears. 
•5   Go,  humble  fwains ,  fa  id  he, 

¥0  David'j  city  fy, 
Cc 


3H  HYMNS    AND  B.I. 

The  promts* d  infant ,  born  to-day  > 

Doth  in  a  Manger  he. 
6  With  looks  and  hearts  ferene, 

Go  mifit  Chrift  your  King  ; 
And  ftrait  a  flaming  troop  was  feen  ; 

The  fhepherds  heard  them  fing. 
y  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

And  hea^nly  peace  on  earth, 
Good-will  to  men,  to  angels  joy. 

At  the  Redeemer's  birth  ! 

8  [In  worfhip  fo  divine, 

Let  faints  employ  their  tongues, 
With  the  celeftial  noft  we  join, 

And  loud  repeat  their  fongs  -, 

9  Glory  to  God  en  high  f 

And  hea-Snly  peace  on  earthy 
Good-will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
At  our  Redeemer's  birth  /] 
Hymn     IV.    Referred  to  the  id.  Pfalm. 
I—. 
H  r  m  n    V.     Common  Metre. 
Submijfion  to  afUclvve  providences.     Job  i.  21.. 
i  "XT  AKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 
y*{     And  crept  to  life  at  firft, 
We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  our  duft. 
z  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 
And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  fhort  favours  borrowed  now, 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

3  'Tis  God  who  lifts  our  comforts  high, 

Or  finks  them  in  the  grave, 
He  gives,  and  (bleffed  be  his  name  !) 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4  Peace,  all  our  angry  pafiions  then, 

Let  each  rebellious  figh 


B-  L  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         315 

Be  filent  at  his  fov*reign  will,. 

And  ev'ry  murmur  die. 
j  If  fmiling.  mercy  crown  our  lives> 
Its  praifes  fhali  be  fpread, 
And  we'll  adore  the  juftice  too, 
Which  ftrikes  our  comforts  dead, 


H  r  m  n    VI-    Common  Metre. 
Triumph  over  death,     job  xix.  25,  26,  27. 

1  f^i  REAT  God,  I  own  thy  fentence  juft^ 
\_X     And  nature  mull  decay  ; 

I  yield  my  body  to  the  duft, 
To  dwell  with  fellow-clay. 

2  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

And  trample  on  the  tombs  : 
My  J  ejus,  my  Redeemer  lives, 
My  God,  my  Saviour  comes. 

3  The  mighty  Conqu'ror  ihall  appear- 

High  on  a  royal  feat, 
And  death>  the  laft  of  all  his  foes, 
Lie  vanquifh'd  at  his  feet. 

4  Though  greedy  worms  devour  my  fkin, 

And  gnaw  my  wafting  flefh, 
When  God  ihall  build  my  bones  again, 
He'll  clothe  them  all  afrefh  : 

5  Then  Ihall  I  fee  thy  lovely  face, 

With  itrong  immortal  eyes, 
And  feaft  upon  thy  unknown  grace-, 
With  pleafure  and  furprife. 

H  r  m  n    VII.     Common  Metre. 
The  invitation  of  the  go/pel  :   or,  fpiriiual food  and 

clothing,     lla.  Iv.  1,  2,  &c. 
%  IT    ET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend* 
J^j     And  qv'tj  heart  rejoice, 


3i6  HYMNS     AND  B.  L 

The  trumpet  of  the  gofpel  founds 

With  an  inviting  voice.. 
Z  Ho  !   all  ye  hungry  flarving  fouls. 

Who  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  ftrivewith  earthly  toys 

To  fill  an  empty  mind  : 

3  Eternal  wifdom  has  prepar'd 

A  foul-reviving  feaft, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provinon  tafte.  \ 

4  Ho  !  ye  who  pant  for  living  ftreams, 

And  pine  away  and  die ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirft 
With  fprings  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows* 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6  [Ye  perifhing  and  naked  poor,- 

Who  work  with  mighty  pain, 

To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own, 

That  will  not  hide  your  fin  : 

7  Come  naked,  and  adorn  your  fouls. 

In  robes  prepar'd  by  God, 
Wrought  by  the  labours  of  his  Son* 
And  dy'd  in  his  own  blood.] 
%  Dear  God  !  the  treafures  of  thy  love 
Are  everlaft.ing  mines, 
Deep  as  our  helplefs  mis'ries  are, 
And  boundlefs  as  cur  fins  ! 
9  The  happy  gates  of  gofpel  grace 
Stand  open  night  and  day  : 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  feek  fupp.lies3. 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 


B-.  X.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         317 

Hymn    VIII.     Common  Metre. 

THefafety  and  protection  of  the  church.       Ifa.-XXYl* 

1,  2,  3,  4,  £,  6> 

1  T  TOW  honourable  is  the  place:' 
Jtl     Where  we  adoring  ftand, 
Zion,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 

And  beauty  of  the  land  ! 

2  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend" 

The  city  where  we  dwell  ; 
The  walls  of  ftrongfalvation  made5 
Defy  th'  affaults  of  hell. 

3  Lift  up  the  everlafting  gates, 

The  doors  wide  open  fling :  * 
Enter  ye  nations,  who  obey 
The  ftatutes  of  our  King. 

4  Here  fhall  you  taite  unmingled  joys, 

And  live  in  perfect  peace  ; 
You  who  have  known  JehovahH  name5 
And  ventur'd  on  his  grace. 

5  Trull  in  the  Lord,  for  ever  tnifl, 

And  banifn  all  your  fears  : 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells, 
Sternal  as  his  years. 

6  What  though  the  rebels  dwell  on  high, 

His  arm  mall  bring  them  low  ; 
Low  as  the  caverns  of  the  grave, 
Their  lofty  heads  fnall  bow. 

7  On  Rabylon  our  feet  fhall  tread, 

In  that  rejoicing  hour  ; 
The  ruins  of  her  walls  mail  fpread 
A  pavement  for  the  poor. 

C  c  2 


3i8  HYMNS    JND  B.  L 

Hymn    IX.     Common  Metre. 
The  promifes  of  the  covenant  of  grace.     Ifa.lv.  1,  a. 
Zee.  xiii.  i .  Mic.  vm  19-.  Ezek.  xxxvi.  25,  &c. 

1  I N  vain  we  laviili  out  our  lives, 
X     To  gather  empty  wind  ; 

The  choiceft  bleflings  earth  can  yield> 
Will  ftarve  an  hungry  mind. 

2  Come,  and  the  Lord  mall  feed  our  fouls 

With  more  fubftantial  meat, 
With  fuch  as  faints  in  glory  love, 
With  fuch  as  angels  eat. 
3.  Our  God  will  ev'ry  want  iupply, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace  ; 
He  gives  by  cov'nant  and  by  oath, 
The  riches  of  his  grace. 

4  Come,  and  he'll  cleanfe  our  fpotted  fouls, 

And  walh  away  our  ftains, 
In  the  dear  fountain  which  his  Son 
Pour'd  from  his  dying  veins. 

5  [Our  g«ilt  (hall  vanifh  all  away, 

Though  black  as  hell  before  ; 

Our  fins  mail  fink  beneath  the  fea, 

And  mail  be  found  no  more. 

6  And  left  pollution  mould  o'erfpreaA 

Our  inward  pow'rs  again, 
His  Spirit  mall  bedew  our  fouls 
Like  purifying  rain.] 

7  Our  heart,  that  flinty  ftubborn  thing, 

Which  terrours  cannot  move, 
Which  fears  no  threatnings  of  his  wrath., 
Shall  be  dnToiv'd  by  love  : 
$  Or  he  can  vake  the  flint  away, 
Which  would  not  be  refin'd, 
And  from  the  treafures  of  his  grace,; 
JteftQW  a  &fter  mjni. 


B.  1.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         3^ 

9  There  mall  his  facred  Spirit  dwell, 

And  deep  engrave  his  law, 
And  ev'ry  motion  of  our  fouls 
To  fweet  obedience  draw. 

10  Thus  will  he  pour  falvation  downy 

And  we  mall  render  praife  ; 
We,  the  dear  people  of  his  love, 
And  he  our  God  of  grace. 

Hymn    X.     Short  Metre. 
The  hleffednefs  of  gofpel-times  :  or,  the  revelation  of 
ChrifT:  to  jews  and  Gentiles.   Ifa.  v.  2,  7,  8,  9* 
19.     Matth.  xiii.  16,  17. 

1  1  _TOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
JL  JL    Who  ftand  on  Zion's  hill, 

Who  bring  falvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal  ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice, 
How  fweet  the  tidings  are  ! 

"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 

"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here.*5 

3  JIow  happy  are  ©ur  ears, 
That  hear  this  joyful  found, 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for?. 
And  fought,  but  never  found  ! 

4  How  blended  are  our  eyes, 
Which  fee  this  heav'nly  light : 

Prophets  and  kings  defir'd  it  long, 

But  dy'd  without  the  light. 
5.  The  watchmen  join  their  voices 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 
Jerujalem  breaks  forth  in  fongs, 

And  defarts  learn  the  joy. 
Ai-  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Through  all  the-  earth  abroad  1 


|ao  HYMNS    AND  B.  F. 

Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 

Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 


Hymn    XL     Long  Metre. 
7 he  bumble  enlightened,  and  carnal  reafon  humbled  : 
or,  the  fovereignty  of  grace.     Luke  x.   21,  22. 

1  r  a  ^H£RE  was  an  hour  when  Chrift  rejoicM, 

X     And  fpoke  his  joy  in  words  of  praife  ; 
"  Father,  I  thank  thee,  mighty  God, 
"  Lord  of  the  earih,  and  heav'ns,  and  feas. 

2  "I  thank  thyfov'reign  pow'r  and  love, 
"Which  crowns  my  do&rine  with  fuccefs-; 
"  And  makes  the  babes  in  knowledge  learn 
"  The  heights,  and  breadths,  and  lengths,  of 

grace. 

3  f*  But  ail  this  glory  lies  conceal'd 

"  From  men  of  prudence  and  of  might  : 
"  The  prince  of  darknefs  blinds  their  eyes, 
"  And  their  own  pride  refills  the  light. 

4  "  Father,  'tis  thus,  becaufe  thy  will 

"  Chofeand  ordain'd  it  mould  befo  ; 
"  'Tis  thy  delight  t'  abafe  the  proud, 
"  And  lay  the  haughty  fcorner  low. 

5  "  There's  none  can  know  the  Father  rightj 
"  But  thofe  who  learn  it  from  the  Son, 

"  Nor  can  the  Son  be  well  receiv'd 

"  But  where  the  Father  makes  him  known." 

6  Then  let  our  fouls  adore  our  God, 
Who  deals  his  graces  as  he  pleafe  ; 
Nor  gives  to  mortals  an  account, 
Or  of  his-a&ions,  or  decrees. 

H  y  m  n    XII.     Common  Metre. 
Free  grace   revealing  Christ.     Luke  x.  21. 
3    cyESUS,  the  man.  of  conftant  griefs 
J  A  mourner  all  his  days  -, 


B.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         &i 

His  fpirit  once  rejoic'd  aloud, 
And  turn'd  his  joy  to  praife. 

2  Father,  I  thank  thy  ivond'rous  Iwe, 

That  hath  revealed  thy  Son 

To  men  unlearned  ;  and  to  babes. 

Has  made  thy  gofpel  kno^w/u 

3  The  myJFries  of  redeeming  grace, 

Are  hidden  from  the  <wife, 
While  pride  and  carnal  reasoning  join 
Toftvell  and  blind  their  eyes. 

4  Thus  doth  the  Lord  of  heav'n  and  earth> 

His  great  decrees  fulfil, 
And  orders  all  his  works  of  grace, 
By  his  own  fov'reign  will. 


Hymn    XIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  Son  of  God  incarnate  :  or,  the  titles  and  kbig- 
dom  of  Christ.     Ifa.  ix.  2,  6,  7. 

i   nr^HE  lands  which  long  in  darknefs  laya 
X     Now  have  beheld  a  heav'nly  light, 
Rations  which  fat  in  death's  cold  made* 
Are  bleft  with  beams  divinely  bright-. 

?  The  virgin's  promis'd  Son  is  born  ; 
Behold  th'  expe&ed  Child  appear : 
What  mall  his  names  or  titles  be  ? 
The  Wonderful,  the_  Counfellar.. 

3  [This  Infant  is  the  Mighty  God, 
Come  to  be  fuckled  and  ador'd  ; 
Th*  eternal  Father,  Prince  ofpeace* 
The  Son  of  David,  and  his  Lord.] 

4  The  government  of  earth  and  feas 
Upon  his  moulder  fhall  be  laid  ; 
His  wide  dominions  fhall  increafe, 
An^Jionours  tohis  name  be  paid. 


222  HYMNS    JND  ,B.r, 

5  Jefis,  the  holy  Child  mall  fit 
High  on  his. father  David's  throne, 
Shall  crufli  his  foes  beneath  His  feet, 
And  reign  to  uges  yet  unknown. 


H  r  m  n     XIV.     Long  Metre. 

^he  triumph  of  faith  :  or,  Christ's  unchangeable 

lave,     Rom.  viii.  33,  &c. 

3   T 7|  7  HO  (ball  the  Lord's  elett  condemn  ? 
VV     'Tis  God  who  justifies-  their  fouls, 
And  mercy  like  a  mighty  ftre  m, 
O'er  all  their  fins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  fhall  adjudge  the  faints  to  hell  ? 
'Tis  Christ  who  fuffer'd  in  their  itead  ; 
And  the  falvation  to  fulfil, 

Behold  him  rifing  from  the  dead. 

3  He  lives !  he  lives !  and  fits  above,. 
For  ever  interceding  there  : 
Who  fhall  divide  us  from  his  love  ? 
Or  what  mould  tempt  us  to  dtfpair  ? 

4  Shall  perfecution  or  diftrefs  ? 
Famine,  or  fword,  or  nakednefs  ? 

He  who  hath  lov'd  us,  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conqu'rors  too.- 

5  Faith  hath  an  overcoming  pow'r, 
It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour  : 
Chrift  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  hope, 
Nor  can  we  fink  with  fuch  a  prop. 

6  Not  air  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 
Nor  pow'rs  on  high,  nor  pow'rs  below, 
Shall  caufe  his  mercy  to  remove, 

Or.  wean  our  hearts  from  Chrift  our  love. 


B.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         323 

HrMtJ    XV..  Long-Metre. 
Our  own  iveaknefsyand  Chrift  ourftrength.     2  Cor* 
xii.  7,  9,  10. 

1  y    ET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay, 
\    _j   Strength Jhall  be  equal  to  the  day  : 
Then  I  rejoice  in  deep  diftrefs, 
Leaning  on  all-fufncient  grace. 

2  I  glory  in  infirmity, 

That  Cbrift's  own  pow'r  may  reft  on  me  ; 
When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  ftrong, 
Grace  is  my  fhield,  and  Chrift  my  fong. 

3  I  can  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 
All  fufPrings,  if  my  Lord  be  there  ; 
Sweet  pleafures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  his  left  hand  my  head  fuftains. 

4  But  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdrawn, 
And  we  attempt  the  work  alone  ; 
When  new  temptations  fpring  and  rife. 
We  find  how  great  our  weaknefs  is. 

.  5  So  Sampfon,  when  his  hair  was  loft, 
Met  the  Philiftines  to  his  coft  ; 
Shook  his  vain  limbs  with  fad  furprife, 
Made  feeble  fight,  and  loft  his  eyes. 

Hymn    XVI.    Common  Metre. 

Hofanna  to  Chrift.       Matth.  xxi.  9.      Luke  xix, 

38,  40. 

1  TJOSANNA  to  the-  royal  Son 

Of  David's  ancient  line  ! 
His  natures  two,  his  perfon  one, 
Myfterious  and  divine. 

2  The  root  of  David  here  we  find, 

And  offspring  is  the  fame  : 
Eternity  and  time  are  join'd 
In  our  Immanuel's  name- 


324  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

3  Blefs'd  He  who  comes  to  wretched  men 

With  peaceful  news  from  heav'n  ; 
Hofannas  of  the  higheft  ftrain, 
To  Chrift  the  Lord  be  giv'n  ! 

4  Let  mortals  ne'er  refufe  to  take 

Th'  Hofanna  on  their  tongues, 
Left  rocks  and  ftones  ihould  raife,  and  break 
Their  filence  into  fongs. 


o 


H  r  m  n    XVII.     Common  Metre. 

t'itlory  o-ver  death.      I  Cor.  xv.  55,  &c. 
FOR  an  overcoming  faith 
To  cheer  my  dying  hours, 
To  triumph  o'er  the  monfter  death, 

And  all  his  frighted  pow'rs  ! 
Joyful,  with  all  the  ftrength  I  have, 

My  quiv'ring  lip  Ihould  fing, 
Where  is  thy  boafted  vi&'ry  grave  ? 

And  where  the  monfter1  s  fting  ? 
If  fin  be  pardonM,  I'm  fecure, 

Death  has  no  fting  befide  ; 
The  law  gives  fin  its  damning  pow'r; 

But  Chrift  my  ranfom  dy'd. 
Now  to  the  God  of  victory 

Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 
Who  makes  us  conqu'rors,  while  we  die, 

Through  Chrift  our  living  head. 


Hymn    XVIII.    Common  Metre. 
Blejfedare  the  dead  that  die  in  the  Lord.  Rev.  xiv.  1 3. 
a    I'  TEAR    what    the    voice    from    heav'n 
XJL  For  all  the  pious  dead  ;        [proclaims 
Sweet  is  the  favour  of  their  names, 
And  foft  their  deeping  bed. 
2  The)  die  in  Jefus,  and  are  blefs'd  ; 
How  kind  their  (lumbers  are  \ 


B.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         325 

From  fufPrings  and  from  fins  releas'd. 

And  freed  from  ev'ry  fnare. 
3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  ftrife, 

They're  prefent  with  the  Lord  ; 
The  labours  of  their  mortal  life 

End -in  a  large  reward. 

Hymn    XIX.    Common  Metre. 
*The  Jong   of  Simeon :    or,   death  made  defirahk* 

Luke  i.  27,  &c. 
-1   X    ORD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 
1    j     As  happy  Simeon  came, 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here  ; 
O  make  our.joys  the  fame. 
2.  With  what  divine  and  vaft  delight 
The  good  old  man  was  fill'd, 
When  fondly  in  his  wither'd  arms 
He  clafp'd  the  Holy  Child  : 

3  "  Now  I  can  leave  this  world  he  cry'd, 
"  Behold  thy  fervant  dies  ; 
tc  I've  feen  thy  great  falvation,  Lord, 
"  And  clofe  my  peaceful  eyes. 
£  "  This  is  the  light  prepared  to  mine 
"  Upon  the  Gentile  lands, 
tc  Thine  IfraelH  glory,  and  their  hope, 
"  To  break  their  flavifh  bands*" 

5  [7*fus  •  tne  vifion  of  thy  face 
Hath  overpow'ring  charms  ! 
Scarce  mail  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
YiChrifi  be  in  my  arms. 

€  Then  while  ye  hear  my  heart-firings  break* 
How  fweet  my  minutes  roll  ! 
A  mortal  palenefs  on  my  cheek, 
-But  glory  in  my  foul.-] 
■  ■  ■■ 
D  d 


326  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

Hymn    XX.     Common  Metre. 

Spiritual  apparel,   viz.  the  robe  of  right eoufnefs  and 

garments  offal-vat  ion.  Ifa.  lxi.  io. 
i      A    WAKE  my  heart,  arife  my  tongue, 
JTx.    Prepare  a  tuneful  voice  ; 
In  God  the  life  of  all  my  joys, 
Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 

2  'Tis  he  adorn'd  my  naked  foul, 

And  made  falvation  mine  ; 

Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm 

He  makes  his  graces  mine. 

3  And  left  the  fhadow  of  afpot 

Should  on  my  foul  be  found, 
He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought, 
And  caft  it  all  around. 

4  How  far  the  heav'nly  robe  exceeds 

What  earthly  princes  wear  ! 
Thefe  ornaments  how  bright  they  mine  i 
How  white  the  garments  are  ! 

5  The  Spirit  wrought  my  faith  and  love, 

And  hope  and  ev'ry  grace  ; 

JSutJefus  fpent  his  life,  to  work 

The  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 

6  Strangely,  my  foul,  art  thou  array'd 

By  the  great  facred  Three  ! 
In  fweeteft  harmony  of  praife 
Let  all  thy  pow'rs  agree. 

H  y  m  n     XXI.     Common  Metre. 
A  <vificn  of  the  kingdom  of  Chrift  among  ?nen» 
Rev.  xxi.  i,  2,  3,  4. 
1XO,  what  a  glorious  fight  appears 
X_j    To  our  believing  eyes  ! 
The  earth  and  feas  are  pafs'd  away, 
And  the  old  rolling  fkies. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         3^7 

2  From  the  third  heav'n  where  God  refides, 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  Ne-iv-Jerufalem  comes  down 
Adorn'd  with  mining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  fhout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  Ting, 

"  Mortals,  behold  the  facred  feat 

"  Of  your  defcending  King. 

4  "  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

(i  Removes  his  bleit  abode  ; 
"  Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 
"  And  he  the  loving  God. 

5  "  His  own  foft  hand  mall  wipe  the  tears 
,    "  From  ev'ry  weeping  eye, 

"  And  pains,  and  groans,andgriefs,and  fears, 
"And  death  itfelf  ihall  die." 

6  Kow  long,  dear  Saviour,  O  !  how  long 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  fwifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 
Hymn  XXII,  fc?'  XXIII,  Referred  to  Pfalm  1 25. 

Hymn     XXIV.     Long  Metre. 
The  rich  firmer  dying.     Pfal.  xlix.  6,  9.  Eccl.  viii. 
8.     Job  iii.  14, 15. 

1  yN  vain  the  wealthy  mortals  toil, 

l  And  heap  their  mining  duft  in  vain, 
Look  down  and  fcorn  the  humble  poor, 
And  boaft  their  lofty  hills  of  gain. 

2  Their  golden  cordials  cannot  eafe 
Their  pained  hearts  or  aching  heads* 
Nor  fright,  nor  bribe  approaching  death, 
From  glitt'ring  roofs  and  downy  beds. 

3  The  lingering,  tb'   unwilling  foul, 

The  difmal  fummons  muft  obey, 


228  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

And  bid  a  long,  a  fad  farewell 
To  the  pale  lump  of  lifelefs  clay. 
*  Thence  they  are  huddled  to  the  grave, 
Where  kings  and  Haves  have  equal  thrones^ 
Their  bones  without  distinction  lie 
Among  the  heaps  of  meaner  bones. 
The  refi-  referred  to  the  ^ib  Pfalm*. 


Hymn    XXV.     Long  Metre. 
A  <vifion  of  the  Lamb.  Rev.  v.  6,  7,  8,  9. 

3S,      A   LL  mortal  vanities  be  gone, 

/I.   Nor  tempt  my  eyes,  nor  tire  my  ears  ; 
Behold  amid  ffi*  eternal  throne 
A  vifion  of  the  Lamb  appears. 

2-  [Glory  his  fleecy  robe  adorns, 
Mavk'd  with  the  bloody  death  he  bore  : 
S'/v'n  are  his  eyes,  and  fev'n  his  horns, 
So  fpeak  his  wifdom  and  his  pow'r. 

3  Lo,  he  receives  a  fealed  book 

From  him  who  fits  upon  the  throne  : 

Jefus,  my  Lord,  prevails  to  look 

On  dark  decrees,  and  things  unknown.^ 

4  All  the  afiembling  faints  around, 
Fall  worlhipping  before  the  Lamb, 
And  in  new  fongs  of  gofpel  found* 
Addrefs  their  honours  to  his  name. 

5  [The  joy,  the  ihout,  the  harmony 
Flies  o'er  the  everlafting  hills  ; 
Worthy  art  thou  alone,  they  cry, 

To  read  the  hook,  to  loofe  the  feals. 

6  Our  voices  join  the  heav'nly  ftrain, 
And  with  tranfporting  pleafure  fingjL 
Worthy  the  Lamb  who  once  was  flain, 
To  be  our  teacher  and  our  king. 


B,L         SPIRITUAL   SONGS.         329 

j   His  words  of  prophecy  reveal 
Eternal  counfels,  deep  defigns  : 
His  grace  and  vengeance  fhall  fulfil 
The  peaceful  and  the  dreadful  lines. 

8  Thou  haft  redeem'd  our  fouls  from  hell 
With  thine  invaluable  blood  ; 
And  wretches  who  did  once  rebel, 
Are  now  made  fav'rites  of  their  God„ 

p  Worthy  for  ever  is  the  Lord, 
Who  dy'd  for  treafons  not  his  own, 
By  ev'ry  tongue  to  be  ador'd, 
And  dwell  upon  his  Father's  throne. 


Hymn    XXVI.     Common  Metre. 
Hope  of  heaven  by  the  refurrefiion  of  Child.   I  Fet« 

i.  3,  4,  5. 
a   TJLESS'D  be  the  everlafting  God, 
JL)     The  Father  of  our  Lord  : 
Be  his  abounding  mercy  prais'd, 
His  majefty  ador'd. 

2  When  from  the  dead  he  rais'd  his  Son, 

And  calPd  him  to  the  fky, 
He  gave  our  fouls  a  lively  hope 
That  they  mould  never  die. 

3  What  though  our  inbred  fins  require 

Our  flefn  to  fee  the  duft, 
Yet  as  the  Lord  our  Saviour  rofe, 
So  all  his  foll'wers  muft. 

4  There's  an  inheritance  divine, 

Referv'd  againft  that  day ; 
JTis  uncorrupted,  undenTd, 
And  cannot  wafte  away. 

5  Saints  by  the  pow'r  of  God  are  kept 

'Till  the  falvation  come ; 
D  d  z 


330  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

We  walk  by  faith,  as  ftrangers  here, 
'Till  Chriji  lhall  call  us  home. 

Hymn    XXVIL     Common  Metre. 

AJjfurance of  heaven  :    ory   a  faint  prepared  to  die, 

2  Tim.  iv.  6,  7,  8,  17. 

1  [yxEATH  may  dilToive  my  body  n  ow,. 

JL/     And  bear  my  fpirit  home; 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  fo  How, 
Nor  my  falvation  come  ? 

2  With  heav'nly  weapons  I  have  fought 

The  battles  of  the  Lord, 
Finifh'd  my  courfe,  and  kept  the  faith, 
And  wait  the  fure  reward.] 

3  God  has  laid  up  in  heav'n  for  me 

A  crown  which  cannot  fade  ; 
The  righteous  Judge  at  that  great  day 
Will  piace  it  on  my  head. 

4  Nor  hath  the  King  of  grace  decreed 

This  prize  foF  me  alone  ; 
But  all  who  love  and  long  to  fee 
Th'  appearance  of  his  Son. 

5  Jefus,  the  Lord,  mall  guard  me  fafe 

From  ev'ry  ill  defign  ; 
And  to  his  heav'nly  kingdom  take 
This  feeble  foul  of  mine. 

6  God  is  my  everlaftipjg  aid  ; 

And  hell  fhall  rage  in  vain  % 
To  him  be  higheft  glory  paid,. 
And  endlefs  praife.     Amen. 

Hymn     XXVITI.     Common  Metre. 
The  triumph  of  Chri  ft  over  the  enemies  of  the  church. 

Ifa.  lxiii.  1.  2,  3,  Sec. 
I   T")J7HAT  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God; 
V  V      Comes  travelling  in  ftate3 


3.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         §f£ 

Along  the  Idmnean  road, 
Away  from  Bozrah's  gate  ? 

2  The  glory  of  his  robes  proclaim 

'Tis  fome  victorious  King  : 
"  'Tis  I  the  juft,  th'  Almighty  One, 
"  That  your  falvation  bring." 

3  Why,  mighty  Lord,  thy  faints  inquire^ 

Why  thine  apparel's  red  ? 
And  all  thy  vefture  ftain'd  like  thofe 
Who  in  the  wine-prefs  tread  ? 

4  "  I  by  myfelf  have  trod  the  prefs, 

"  And  crufh'd  my  foes  alone  ;. 
"  My  wrath  has  ftruck  the  rebels  dead? 
"  My  fury  ftamp'd  them  down* 

5  «  'Tis  Edom\  blood  that  dyes  my  robes 

"  With  joyful  fcarlet  ftains ; 
"  The  triumph  that  my  raiment  wears 
"  Sprung  from  their  bleeding  veins. 

6  "  Thus  fhall  the  nations  be  deftroy'd, 

"  That  dare  infult  my  faints  ; 
"I  have  an  arm  t'  avenge  their  wrongs, 
"  An  ear  for  their  complaints*" 


i 


Hymn    XXIX.     Common  Metre. 
The  triumph  of  Christ :   or,  the-, ruin  of  Antichri&, 
Ver.  4,  5,  6,  7. 
LIFT  my  banner,  faith  the  Lord, 
c  Where  Antkhrift  has  flood  ; 
"  The  city  of  my  gofpel-foes 
"Shall  be  a  field  of  blood. 
2  "My  heart  has  ftudiedjuft  revenge> 
*  And  now  the  day  appears, 
"  The  day  of  my  redeem'd  is  come, . 
"  To  wipe  away  their  tears. 
3  "Quite  weary  is  my  patience  grown* 
*J  And  bids  my  fury  go ; 


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"  Swift  as  the  lightning  it  fhall  move, 
"  And  be  as  fatal  too. 

4  "  I  call  for  helpers,  but  in  vain: 

"  Then  has  my  gofpel  none  ? 
"  Well,  mine  own  arm  has  might  enough, 
"  To  crufh  my  foes  alone. 

5  "Slaughter,  and  my  devouring  fword, 

"  Shall  walk  the  ftreets  around, 
*'  Babel  fhall  reel  beneath  my  ftroke, 

"  And  ftagger  to  the  ground.'* 
^  Thine  honours,  O  victorious  King, 

Thine  own  right  hand  fhall  raife,  , 
While  we  thy  awful  vengeance  ung, 

And  ourDeliv'rer  praife. 


Hymn    XXX.     Long  Metre. 

Prayer  for  deliverance  anfwered.     Ifa.    xxvL 

8 20. 

a   TN  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love, 
X  We  wait  the  vifits  of  thy  grace  ; 
Our  fouls  defire  is  to  thy  name, 
And  the  remembrance  of  thy  face. 

2  My  tho'ts  are  fearching,  Lord,  for  thee, 
'Mongft  the  black  fhades  oflonefome  night ; 
My  earneft  cries  falute  the  fkies 

Eefore  the  dawn  reftores  the  light. 

3  Look  how  rebellious  men  deride 
The  tender  patience  of  my  God  ; 
But  they  fhall  fee  thy  lifted  hand, 
And  feel  the  fcourges  of  thy  rod. 

4  Hark  !  th7  Eternal  rends  the  fky, 
A  mighty  voice  before  him  goes, 
A  voice  of  mufic  to  his  friends, 
Bat  shreat'ning  thunder  to  hkfbes. 


B.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         335 

5  Come,  children  to  your  father's  arms, 
Hide  in  the  chambers  of  my  grace, 
'Till  the  fierce  ftorm  be  overblown, 
And  my  revenging  fury  ceafe. 
My  fword  mall  boaft  its  thoufands  flain» 
And  drink  the  blood  of  haughty  kings, 
While  heav'nly  peace  around  my  nock, 
Stretches  its  foftand  ihady  wings. 

Hymn  XXXI.    Referred  ta  the  ift  Ffalnu 
in  in. 

Hymn     XXXII.     Common  Metre. 
Strength  from  heaven.    Ifa.  xl.  27,  28,  29,  30. 
1  TTTHence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  aiife$ 
V  V    And  where's  our  courage  fled  r 
Has  reftlefs  fin,  and  raging  hell, 
Struck  all  our  comforts  dead  ? 
Ss  Have  we  forgot  th'  almighty  name  • 
Which  form'd  the  earth  and  fea  $ 
And  can  an  all-creating  arm 
Grow  weary  or  decay  ? 

3  Treafures  of  everlafting  might 

,  In  our  Jehovah  dwell  ; 
He  gives  the  conqueft  to  the  weak. 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  Mere  mortal  pow'r  mall  fade  and  die* 

And  youthful  vigour  ceafe  ; 
But  we  who  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
Shall  feel  our  ftrength  increafe. 

5  The  faints  mall  mount  on  eagle's  wino-s^ 

And  tafte  the  prom  is 'd  blifs, 
'Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive 
Where  perfect  pleafure  is. 

Hymn  XXXIII,  XXXI V,  XXXV,  XXXVI, 
XXX VII,  XXXVIII,  Referred  to  Pfalm  131, 
J3^  fy >  lh  <)Q>.wd%\. 


334  HYMNS  AND  B.  1. 1 

H  r  m  n     XXXIX.     Common  Metre. 
God's    tender  care  of  his   church.     Ifa.    xlix.    13, 

14,  &c. 
1  ~\TO^r  frail  my  inward  joys  arife, 
x\     And  buril  into  a  fong  ; 
Almighty  love  infpires  my  heart, 
And  pieafures  tune  my  tongue. 
z  God  on  his  thirfty  Zion  hill, 

Some  mercy-drops  has  thrown, 
And  folemn  vows  have  bound  his  love 
To  ihow'r  falvation  down. 

3  Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears, 

Sufpicions  and  complaints  ? 
Is  he  a  God  i  and  fhall  his  grace 
Grow  weary  of  his  faints  ? 

4  Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 

The  infant  of  her  womb, 
And  'mong  a  thoufand  tender  thoughts 
Her  fuckling  have  no  room  ? 

5  Yet,  faith  the  Lord,  Jhould  nature  change. 

And  mothers  monjlers  prove, 
ZiGXiJiill  dwells  upon  the  heart 
Of  everlajling  love. 

6  Deep  en  the  palms  of  both  my  hands, 

I  have  engraved  her  name  ; 
My  hands  /hall  raife  her  ruind  walls, 
And  build  her  broken  frame. 


Hymn     XL.     Long  Metre* 
The  bu/inefs  and  hleffednefs   of  glorified  faints.  Rev» 

vii.  13,  14,  15,  &c. 
1    TZTH^T  happy  men,  or  angels  thefe, 

That  all  tkeir  robes  are  fpotlefs  white  ? 
Whence  did  this  glorious  troop  arrive 
At  the  pure  realms  ofheavnl-:  light  f 


I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         335 

From  torturing  racks,  and  burning  fires, 
Through  feas  of  their  own  blood  they  came  : 
But  nobler  blood  haswafh'd  their  robes, 
Flowing  from  Chriji  the  dying  Lamb. 
Now  they  approach  th'  Almighty  throne 
With  loud  Ho/annas  night  and  day  ; 
Sweet  anthems  to  the  great  Three-One, 
Meafure  their  bleft  eternity, 
j.  No  more  mall   hunger  pain  their  fouls : 
r  He  bids  their  parching  thirfl  be  gone, 
And  fp reads  the  fhadow  of  his  wings, 
To  Ikreen  them  from  the  fcorching  fun. 
The  Lamb,  who  fills  the  middle  throne, 
Shall  fhed  around  his  milder  beams ; 
There  fhall  they  feaft  on  his  rich  love, 
And  drink  full  joys  from  living  ftreams, 
Thus  fhall  their  mighty  blifs  renew, 
Thro'  the  vaft  round  of  endlefs  years, 
And  the  foft  hand  of  fov'reign  grace  ^ 
Heals  ail  their  wounds,  and  wipes  their  tears. 

Hymn    XLI.     Common  Metre. 
The  fume  :  or,    the  martyrs  glorified.       Rev.   vii. 
13,  &c. 

1  cj*HESE  glorious  minds,  bow  bright  they  pine  ! 

Whence  all  their  white  array  ? 
.    How  came  they  t&the  happy  feats 
Of  everlajling  day  ? 

2  From  tort'ring  pains  to  endlefs  joys, 

On  fiery  wheels  they  rode, 
And  ftrangely  wafh'd  their  raiment  white 
In  Jefus'  dying  blood. 

3  Now  they  approach  a  fpotlefs  God, 

A  ad  bow  before  his  throne  ; 
Their  warbling  harps  and  facred  fongs, 
Adore  the  Holy  One. 


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JTJ 


4  The  unveil'd  glories  of  his  face 

Among  his  faints  refide, 
While  the  rich  treafure  of  his  grace 
Sees  all  their  wants  fupply'd. 

5  Tormenting  thirft  ihall  leave  their  foul?, 

And  hunger  flee  as  fall ; 
The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  fweet  repaft. 

6  The  Lamb  mail  lead  his  heav'nly  flock 

Where  living  fountains  rife, 
And  lcve  divine  fhall  wipe  away 
Theforrows  of  their  eyes. 

Hymn    XLIL     Common  Metre. 
■Divine  wrath  and  mercy.   From   Nahum  i.   I,  -2, 

3,  &c. 
•i      A   DORE  and  tremble,  for  our  God 
j£~\.      Is  a  confuming  fire  ;* 
His  jealous  eyes  his  wrath  inflame, 
And  raife  his  vengeance  higher. 

2  Almighty  vengeance  how  it  burns ! 

How  bright  his  fury  glows ! 
Vaft  magazines  of  plagues  and  dorms, 
Lie  treafur'd  for  his  foes. 

3  Thofe  neaps  of  wrath  by  flow  degrees 

Are  forc'd  into  a  flame, 
But  kindled,  Oh  !  how  fierce  they  blaze  I 
And  rend  all  nature's  frame. 

4  At  his  approach  the  mountains  flee, 

And  feek  a  wafry  grave  ; 
The  frighted  fea  makes  haft  away, 
And  fhrinks  up  ev'ry  wave. 

5  Thro'  the  wide  air  the  weighty  rocks 

Arefwift  as  hailftones  huil'd  : 
*  Heb.  xii.  29. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         337 

Who  dares  engage  the  fi'ry  rage, 

Which  makes  the  foiid  ^world  ? 
tf  Yet,  mighty  Cod !  thy  fov'reign  grace 

Sits  regent  on  the  throne, 
The  refuge  of  thy  chofen  race, 

When  wrath  comes  ruining  down. 
7  Thy  hand  mail  on  rebellious  kings 

A  fi'ry  tempeft  pour, 
While  v/e  beneath  thy  fhelt'ring  wings, 

Thy  juft  revenge  adore. 

Hymn  XLIII,  Referred,  to  tb  e  IQQth  Pfdm. 
Hymn  XLIV,  Referred  to  the  \^d  Pfcdix* 
Hymn    XLV.     Common  Metre. 
The  laji  judgment.     Rev.  xxi.  5,6,  7,8* 

1  O  EE  where  the  great  incarnate  God 
O     Fills  a  majeftic  throne, 

While  from  the  Ikies  his  awful  voice 
Bears  the  laft  judgment  down. 

2  ["  I  am  the  firft,  and  I  the  laft, 
"  Thro'  endiefs  years  the  fame  ; 

"  I  JM— is  my  memorial  flill, 
"  And  my  eternal  name. 

3  "  Such  favours  as  a  God  can  give, 
{t  My  royal  grace  bellows  ; 

"  Ye  thirfty  fouls,  come  tafte  the  ftreams 
"  Where  life  and  pleafure  flows.] 
{  [c<  The  faint  who  triumphs  o'er  his  fins, 
"  I'll  own  him  for  a  fon ; 

"  The  whole  creation  mall  reward 
"  The  ccnquefts  he  has  won. 

y  **  But  bloody  hands,  and  hearts  unclean* 
"  And  all  the  lying  race, 
"  The  faithlefs  and  the  fcofHng  crew, 
<e  Who  fpurn  afe  offered  grace  $ 
£  e 


338  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

6  "  They  fhall  be  taken  from  my  fight, 

"  Bound  fail  in  iron  chains, 
"  And  headlong  plung'd  into  the  lake, 
<c  Where  fire  and  darknefs  reigns."] 

7  O  may  I  Hand  before  the  Lamb 

When  earth  and  feas  are  fled ! 
And  hear  the  judge  pronounce  my  name, 
With  blefiings  on  my  head. 
S  May  I  with  thofe  for  ever  dwell, 
Who  here  were  my  delight, 
While  finners  banim'd  down  to  hell, 
r       No  more  offend  my  fight. 
Hymn  XLVI,   and  XL VII,  Referred   to    Pfalm 
148,  and  3. 

I—  W»| 

Hymn    XLVIII.     Long  Metre. 
The  chrifiian  race,     Ifa.  xl.  28,  29,  30,  31 . 
x      A    WAKE  our  fouls  (away  our  fears, 
,X"\.  ^et  ev'ry  trembling  thought  be  gone) 
Awake  and  run  the  heav'nly  race, 
And  put.a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  'tis  a  ftrait  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  fpirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
Who  feeds  the  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

3  The  mighty  God,  whofe  matchlefs  pow'r, 
Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 

And  firm  endures,  while  endlefs  years 
Their  everlafting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  fpring, 
Our  fouls  fhall  drink  a  frefhfupply, 
While  fuch  as  truft  their  native  ftrength, 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  ; 


B.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         339 

On  wings  of  love  ©ur  fouls  fhall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amidft  the  heav'nly  road. 

Hymn    XLIX.     Common  Metre: 
The  works  cf  Mofes  and  the  Lamb.   Rev.  xy.  3; 

1  TTOW  ftrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God  V 
±jL    Who  would  not  fear  thy  name  ? 

J  ejus,  how  fweet  thy  graces  are  ! 
Who  would  not  love  the  Lamb  ? 

2  He  has  done  more  than  Mofes  did, 

Our  Prophet  and  our  King  ; 
From  bonds  of  hell  he  freed  our  fouls, 
And  taught  our  lips  to  fing. 

3  In  the  Red-fea  by  Mofes''  hand, 

Th'  Egyptian  hofc  was  drown'd  ; 
But  his  own  blood  hides  all  our  fins* 
And  guilt  no  more  is  found. 

4  When  through  thedefart  7/*rWwent5_ 

With  manna  they  were  red ; 
Our  Lord  invites  us  to  his  rleuv 
And  calls  it  living  bread. 

5  Mofes  beheld  the  promis'd  land,. 

Yet  never  reach'd  the  place  ; 
But  Chrifi  mail  bring  his  foll'wers  home* 
To  fee  his  Father's  face. 

6  Then  fhall  our  love  and  joy  be  full, 

And  feel  a  wrarmer  flame, 
.And  fweeter  voices  tune  the  fong 
Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb. 

H  r  m  n    L.     Common  Metre. 
The  fong  o/'Zacharias,  and  the  meffage  c/"John  the 

Baptifi  :  or,  light  and  falvation  by  Jefus  Chrift. 

Luke  i.  68,  &c.  John  i.  .29,  32. 
1   \TOW  be  the  God  of  Ifrael  blefs'd, 

il     Who  makes  his  truth  appear  -, 


340  HYMNS  AND  B.  L 

His  mighty  hand  fulfils  his  word, 

And  all  the  oaths  he  fware. 
z  Now  he  bedews  old  David's  root 

With  bleflings  from  the  fkies ; 
He  makes  the  branch  of  promife  grow, 

The  promis'd  horn  arife. 

3  [John  was  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 

To  go  before  his  face, 
The  herald  which  our  Saviour  God 
Sent  to  prepare  his  ways  : 

4  He  makes  the  great  falvation  known, 

He  fpeaks  of  pardon'd  fins ; 
While  grace  divine,  and  heav'nly  love> 
In  its  own  glory  ihines. 
§  "  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God,  he  cries, 
"  Who  takes  our  guilt  away  : 
n  I  faw  the  Spirit  o'er  his  head 
"  On  his  baptizing  day.] 

6  r*  Be  ev'ry  vale  exalted  high, 

"  Sink  ev'ry  mountain  low  ; 
"  The  proud  muft  ftoop,  and  humble  fouls 
"  Shall  his  falvation  know. 

7  "  The  heathen  re?.lms,  with  IfraePs  land 

"  Shall  join  in  fweet  accord  : 
"  And  all  that's  born  of  man  mail  fee. 
"  The  glory  of  the  Lord. 

8  "  Behold  the  Morning-Star  arife, 

"  Ye  who  in  darknefs  fit  : 
w  He  marks  the  path  which  leads  to  peace, 
•«  And  guides  our  doubtful  feet." 

I —Ml  I     i 

Hymn    LI.     Short  Metre. 
Preferring  grace.     Jude  24,  25. 
1   HP*^  God  the  only  wife, 

Jl      Our  Saviour  and  quit  Kin?> 


B.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         341 

Let  all  the  faints  below  the  Ikies, 
Their  humble  praifes  bring* 

2  'Tis  his  almighty  love, 

His  counfel  and  his  care, 
Preferves  us  fafe  from  fin  and  deaths 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  fnare. 

3  He  will  prefent  our  fouls 

Unblemifh'd  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chofen  feed 

-    Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 
Shall  blefs  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 
And  make  his  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Redeemer  God 

Wifdom  and  pow'r  belongs, 
Immortal  crowns  of  majefty, 
And  everlafting  fongs. 

HrMN    LII.    Long-  Metre. 
Baptifm.     Matth.  xxviii.  19.     Acts  ii.  38^ 

1  3'HP*WAS  the  commiijioii  of  our  Lord,. 

\      Go  teach  the  nations,  and  baptize  j 
The  nations  have  received  the  word 
Since  he  afcended  to  t'iiQ  Ikies* 

2  He  fits  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 
With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands, 
And  fends  his  cov'nant  with  the  feals. 
To  blefs  the  diftant  chriftian  lands* 

3  Repent,  and  be  bapti^d  he  faith, 
For  the  remijpon  of  your  fins  ; 

And  thus  our  feme  aflifts  our  faith, 
And  fhews  us  what  his  gofpei  means. 

4  Our  fouls  he  wafhes  in  his  blood, 
As  wate  r  makes  the  body  clean  ; 

E  e  2 


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342  HYMNS  AND  &  F. 

And  the  good  Spirit  from  oar  God 
Defcends  like  purifying  rain. 
5  Thus  we  engage  ourfelves  to  thee, 
And  feal  our  cov'nant  with  the  Lord  ; 
O  may  the  great  eternal  Three 
In  heav'n  our  folemn  vows  record. 


U  r  m  n     LIIT.     Long  Metre. 
The  holy  jcriptures.     Heb.  i.  i.       2  Tim»  iii.  15.* 
16.     Pfal.  oxlvii.  19,  zo. 

1  S~*\  OD,  who  in  variou ^methods  told 
VT    His  mind  and  will  to  faints  of  old, 
Sent  his  own  Son,  with  truth  and  grace, 
To  teach  us  in  thefe  latter  days. 

2  Our  nation  reads  the  written  word, 
That  book  of  life,  that  fure  record, 
The  bright  inheritance  of  heav'n, 
Is  by  the  fweet  conveyance  giv'n. 

3  God's  kindeft  thoughts  are  here  exprefs'dj, 
Able  to  make  us  wife  and  blefs'd  ; 

The  doctrines  are  divinely  true, 
Fit  for  reproof,  and  comfort  too. 

4  Ye  people  all  who  read  his  love 
In  long  epiftles  from  above, 
(He  hath  notfent  his  facred  word 
To  ev'ry  land)  praife  ye  the  Lord. 

Hymn    LIV.    Long  Metre. 

Electing    grace  :    or,  faints     beloved  in    Chrift. 
Eph.  i.  3,  &c. 

1    <JESUS,  we  biefs  thy  Father's  name  ; 
J   Th)  God  and  ours  are  both  the  fame  ; 
What  heav'nly  bleflings  from  his  throne 
Flow  down  to  tinners  through  his  Son  ! 


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2  Chrift  ^  /*y  jBgfc  e!e3,  he  faid, 
Then  chofe  our  fouls  in  Chrift  our  Head., 
Before  he  gave  the  mountains  birth, 
Or  laid  foundations  for  the  earth. 

5  Thus  did  eternal  love  begin 

To  raife  us  up  from  death  and  fin  ^ 
Our  characters  were  then  decreed  : 
Blarnelefs  in  love*  an  holy  feed. 

4  Predeftinared  to  be  fons, 

Born  by  degrees,  but  chofe  at  once  £ 

A  new  regenerated  race, 

To  praife  the  glory  of  his  grace. 

5  With  Chrift  our  Lord,  we  (hare  a  part 
In  the  affections  of  his  heart  ; 

Nor  fhall  our  fouls  be  thence  remov'd* 
Till  he  forgets  his  firft  belov'd. 


Hymn    LV.     Common  Metre. 

Hezekiah'j fong  :  or,  ftckntfs  and  recovery. 
Ifa.  xxxviii.  9,  &c. 

1  TT7HEN  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  diftrefs* 

V  V    Our  God  deferves  a  fong ; 
We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praife, 
From  Heze&iah's  tongue. 

2  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 

Are  open'd  wide  in  vain, 
If  he  who  holds  the  keys  of  death, 
Commands  them  faft  again. 

3  Pains  of  the  flelh  are  wont  t'abufe 

Our  minds  with  flavim  fears  ; 
Our  days  are  faft,  and  nve  Jhall  loaft 
The  remnant  of  our  years. 

4  We  chatter  with  a  fwallow's  voice^ 

Or  like  a  dove  we  mourn, 


344  HYMNS  AND  B.  h 

With  bitternefs  inftead  of  joys, 
Afflicted  and  forlorn. 

5  Jehovah  fpeaks  the  healing  word  ; 

And  no  cufeafe  withstands  ; 
Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
And  fly  at  his  commands. 

6  If  half  the  fprings  of  life  mould  break* 

He  can  our  frame  reftore, 
He  calls  our  fins  behind  his  back, 
iind  they  ^re  found  no  more. 

Hymn    LVI.     Common  Metre. 

The  fong  of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb  :    or,    Babylon 

falling.     Rev.  xv.  3.  xvi.  19,  and  xvii.  6. 

1  V  £  '  K  fing  the  glories  of  thy  love, 

V  V    We  lound  thy  dreadful  name  ; 
Tne  chriltian  churcn  unites  the  fongs 
Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb. 

2  Great  God,  how  wond'rous  are  thy  works 

Or  vengeance  and  of  grace  1 
Thou  King  of  faints,  almighty  Lord, 
How  juit  and  true  thy  ways  ! 

3  Who  dares  refufe  to  fear  thy  name, 

Or  worfhip  at  thy  throne  ! 
Thy  judgments  fpeak  thine  holinefs 
Thro'  ail  the  nations  known. 

4  Great  Babylon,  which  rules  the  earth, 

Drunk  with  the  martyrs'  blood, 
Her  crimes  mall  fpeediiy  awake 
The  fury  of  our  God. 

5  The  cup  of  wrath  is  ready  mix'd, 

And  me  mifft  drink  the  dregs ; 
Strong  is  the  Lord,  her  fov'reign  Judge, 
And  ihall  fulfil  the  plagues. 


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Hymn    LVII.     Common  Metre. 
Original  fin:  or,  the  fir  ft  and fitM  Adam. 
Rom.  v.  12,  &c.   PfaLli.  5.   jobxiv.4. 
ACKWARD  with  humble  fliame  we  look 
On  our  original ; 
How  is  our  nature  daih'd  and  broke 

In  our  firft  father's  fall ! 
To  all  that's  good — averfe,  and  blind, 

But  prone  to  all  that's  ill  ; 
What  dreadful  darknefs-  veils  our  mind  1. 

How  obftinate  our  will  ! 
[Conceiv'd  in  fin  (O  wretched  ftate) 

Before  we  draw  our  breath, 
The  firit  young  pulfe  begins  to  beat 
Iniquity  and  death. 
4.   Kow  ftrong  in  our  degenerate  blood 
The  old  corruption  reigns, 
And  mingling  with  the  crooked  flood, 

Wanders  through  all  our  veins  !] 
[Wild  and  unwholfome  as  the  root 

Will  all  the  branches  be  ; 
How  can  we  hope  for  living  fruit 
From  fuch  a  deadly  tree  ? 
5  V/hat  mortal  pow'r  from  things  unclean 
Can  pure  productions  bring  ? 
Who  can  command  a  vital  dream 

From  an  infected  fpring  ? 
Yet,  mighty  God,  thy  wond'rous  love 

Can  make  our  nature  clean, 
While  Cbrift  and  grace  prevail,  above. 
The  tempter,  death  and  fin. 
8.  The  fecond  Adam  fhall  reflore 
The  ruins  of  the  firfl  ; 
Bofanna  to  that-fov'reign  pow'r 
Which  new-creates  our  duft  £ 


346  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

H  r  m  n    LVIII.     Long  Metre. 
The  devil  t>anquijbed  :   or,   Michaels    <voar  with 
the  dragon.     Rev.  xii.  7. 

1  '       ET  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  fmg 
JLrf  The  wars  of  heav'n,  when  Michael  Hood 
Chief  gen'ral  of  th'  eternal  King, 

And  fought  the  battles  of  our  God. 

2  Againft  the  dragon  and  his  hoft 
The  armies  of  the  Lord  prevail ; 

In  vain  they  rage,  in  vain  they  boafl, 
Their  courage  finks,  their  weapons  fail. 

3  Down  to  the  earth  was  Satan  thrown, 
I>own  to  the  earth  his  legions  fell  : 
Then  was  the  trump  of  triumph  blown, 
And  lhook  the  dreadful  deeps  of  hell. 

4  Now  is  the  hour  of  darknefs  pail, 
Chrifi  has  aflum'd  his  reigning  pow'r  ; 
Behold  the  great  accufer  caft 

Down  from  the  fkies,  to  rife  no  more. 

5  'Twas  by  thy  blood,  immortal  Lamb, 
Thine  armies  trod  the  tempter  down  ; 
'Twas  by  thy  word  and  pow'rful  name 
They  gain'd  the  battle  and  renown. 

$  Rejoice  ye  heav'ns  ;  letev'ry  ftar 
Shine  with  new  glories  round  the  iky  : 
Saints,  while  ye  fing  the  heav'nly  war, 
Raife  your  deliv'rer's  name  on  high. 

Hymn    LIX.    Long  Metre. 
Babylon/^//?/?.     Rev.  xviii.  20,  2t.    1 
t  TN  Gabriel's  hand  a  mighty  ftone 
_i   Lies,  a  fair  iype  of  Babylon  ; 
Prophets  rejoice,  and  all  ye  faints, 
God  Jh 'all  avenge  your  long  complaints  * 


i  I,  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         347 

He  faid,  and  dreadful  as  he  flood, 
He  funk  the  millftone  in  the  flood  : 
Thus  terribly  Jhall  Bab'lon /*//-- 
Sink — and  no  more  be  found  at  all. 


Hymn    LX.     Long  Metre. 

Tlie  virgin  Mary5 's  fong  :  or,  the  fromifed 

Meffiah  bom.     Luke  i.  46,  &c. 

OUR  fouls  fhall  magnify  the  Lord, 
In  God  the  Saviour  we  rejoice  ; 
While  we  repeat  the  virgin's  fong, 
May  the  fame  Spirit  tune  our  voice. 

[The  Higheft  faw  her  low  ellate, 
And  mighty  things  his  hand  hath  done ; 
His  overfhadowing  pow'r  and  grace 
Makes  her  the  mother  of  a  Son. 
Let  ev'ry  nation  call  her  blefs'd, 
And  endlefs  years  prolong  her  fame  ; 
But  God  alone  muft  be  ador'd  ; 
Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name.] 
To  thofe  who  fear  and  truft  the  Lord? 
His  mercy  ftands  for  ever  fure  : 
From  age  to  age  his  promife  lives, 
And  the  performance  is  fecure. 
He  fpake  to  Abraham  and  his  feed— . 
In  thee  frail    all  the  earth  be  blefs'd  ; 
The  mem'ry  of  that  ancient  word 
Lay  long  in  his  eternal  breaft. 
But  now  no  more  mall  Ifrael  wait, 
No  more  the  Gentiles  lie  forlorn  ; 
Lo,  the  cefire  of  nations  comes  ; 
Sehold  the  promis'd  feed  is  born  t 


34&  HYMNS  AND  B.  1 

II  y  u  n    LXI.    Long    Metre. 
Chrift  our  High  Priefi  and  King  ;  and  Chrift 
coming  to  judgment.     Rev.  i.  5,  o,  7. 
JOW  to  the  Lord  who  makes  us  know 
^1     The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 
Be  humble  honours  paid  below, 
And  ftrains  of  nobler  praife  above. 
.2  'Twas  he  who  cleans'd  our  fouled  fins, 
And  waih'd  us  in  his  richeft  bloor4  ; 
'Tis  he  who  makes  us  priefts  and  kings, 
And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 

3  To  Jefus  our  anointing  Prieft, 
To  Jefus  our  fuperior  King, 
Be  everlaftingpow'r  eonfeft, 
And  ev'ry  tongue  his  glory  fmg. 

4  Behold  on  flying  clouds  he  comes, 
And  ev'ry  eye  mail  fee  him  move  ; 
Though  with  our  fins  we  pierc'd  him  once  ; 
Now  he  difplays  his  pard'ning  love. 

5  The  unbelieving  world  fhali  wail, 
While  we  rejoice  to  fee  the  day  : 
Come,  Lord,  nor  let  thy  promife  fail* 
Nor  let  thy  chariots  long  delay. 

Hymn     LXII.     Common  Metre. 

Chrift  Jefus  the  Lamb  of  God,  nvorjbipped  by  aft 

the  creation*     Rev.  v.  11,  12,  13. 

1  /"^OMS  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs, 
\_j  With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thou fand  thoufand  ars  their  tongues, 

But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  who  dy'd,  they  cry, 

To  be  exalted  thus : 
"Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  lips  reply, 
For  he  was  (lain  for  us. 


B.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        349 

3  Jefus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  pow'r  divine  ; 
And  bleflings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4  Let  all  who  dwell  above  the  Iky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
Confpire  to  raife  thy  glories  high, 
And  fpeak  thine  endlefs  praife. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  biefs  the  facred  name 
Of  him  who  fits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 


Hymn    LXIII.    Long  Metre. 
Chrift'x  humiliation  and  exaltation.       Rev.  V.  1 2. 

s    II  THAT  equal  honours  mall  we  bring 
V  V    To  thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 
When  all  the  notes  which  angels  fing, 
Are  far  inferiour  to  thy  name  ? 

2  Worthy  is  He  who  once  was  (lain, 

The  Prince  of  Life  who  groan'd  and  dy'd, 
Worthy  to  rife,  and  live,  and  reign 
At  his  Almighty  Father's  fide. 

3  Pow'r  and  dominion  are  his  due, 
Who  flood  condemn'd  at  Pilate's  bar  ; 
Wifdom  belongs  to  Jefus  too, 

Though  he  was  charg'd  with  madnefs  there» 

4  All  riches  are  his  native  right, 
Yet  he  fuftain'd  amazing  lofs  : 
To  him  afcribe  eternal  might, 
Who  left  his  weaknefs  on  the  crofs. 

5  Honour  immortal  muft  be  paid, 
Inftead  of  fcandal  and  of  fcora  5 

Ff 


3$o  HYMNS    AND  B.  I 

While  glory  mines  around  his  head, 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 
•6  Bleflings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curfe  for  wretched  men : 
Let  angels  found  his  facred  name, 
And  ev'ry  creature  fay,  Amen. 


Hymv    LXIV.     Short  Metre. 
Adoption,     i  John  iii.  I,  &c.     Gal.  vi.  6'. 
i   TJEHOLD  what  wond'rous  grace, 

X3     The  Father  has  beftow'd 
On  finners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  themyZwj  of  God! 

2  'Tis  no  furprifing  thing, 

That  we  mould  be  unknown : 
The  Jewifh  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlafting  Son. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  muft  be  made  ; 
But  when  we  fee  our  Saviour  here, 
We  mall  be  like  our  Head. 

4  A  hope  fo  much  divine, 

May  trials  well  endure — 
May  purge  our  fouls  from  fenfe  and  fin, 
As  Chriji  the  Lord  is  pure. 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love, 

I  ihare  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove, 
To  reft  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  ilaves  beneath  the  throne^ 
Our  faith  fhall  Abba,  Father  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own* 


B.I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         351 

Hymn    LXV.     Long  Metre. 
!  The  kingdoms  of  the  world,    rome  the  kingdoms  of  the 
Lord  :  or,  the  day  ofjuat   nent. Rev.  xi.  15. 

1  y    ET  the  fev'nth  ai    el  found  on  high, 
JLi  Let  fhouts  be  he.  i  through  all  the  iky  I 
Kings  of  the  earth,  wirh  glad  accord, 

Give  up  your  kingdoms  to  the  Lord. 

2  Almighty  God,  thy  pow'r  aflume, 
Who  waft,  and  art,  and  art  to  come ; 
Jesus  the  Lamb,  who  once  was  flain,- 
For  ever  live,  for  ever  reign. 

3  The  angry  nations  fret  and  roar, 
That  they  can  flay  the  faints  no  more ; 
On  wings  of  vengeance  flies  our  God, 
To  pay  the  long  arrears  of  blood. 

4  Now  muff,  the  rifmg  dead  appear  ; 
Now  the  decifive  fentence  hear  ; 
Now  the  dear  martyrs  of  the  Lord- 
Receive  an- infinite  reward. 


Hymn    LXVI.    Long  Metre. 

Christ  the  King  at  his  table.     Solomon^  Song  it 
2,  3,  4,  5,  12,  13,  17. 

1  "       ET  him  embrace  my  foul,  and  prove 

1    j  Mine  int'refl:  in  his  heav'nly  love  ; 
The  voice  which  tells  me — Thou  art  mine — 
Exceeds  the  blemngs  of  the  vine. 

2  On  thee  th'  anointing  Spirit  came, 
And  fp reads  the  favour  of  thy  name  $ 
That  oil  of  gladnefs  and  of  grace, 
Draws  virgin  fouls  to  meet  thy  face. 

3  Jefus,  allure  me  by  thy  charms, 
My  foul  fhall  fly  into  thine  arms  ! 
Our  wand' ring  feet  thy  favours  bring 
To  the  fair  chambers  of  the  King. 


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4  [Wonder  and  pleafure  tune  our  voice, 
To  fpeak  thy  praifes  and  our  joys  ; 
Our  mem'ry  keeps  this  love  of  thine 
Beyond  the  tafle  of  richeft  wine.] 

5  Though  in  ourfelves  deform'd  we  are, 
And  black  as  Kedars  tents  appear, 
Yet  when  we  put  thy  beauties  on> 
Fair  as  the  courts  of  Solomon. 

6  [While  at  his  table  fits  the  King, 
He  loves  to  fee  us  fmile  and  fing  ; 
Our  graces  are  our  bed  perfume, 

And  breathe  like  fpikenard  round  the  room.] 

7  As  myrrh  new  bleeding  from  the  tree, 
Such  is  a  dying  Chrift  to  me  : 

And  while  he  makes  my  foul  his  gueft. 
My  bofom,  Lord,  mall  be  thy  reft. 

$   [No  beams  of  cedar  or  of  fir, 

Can  with  thy  courts  on  earth  compare  : 
And  here  we  wait  until  thy  love 
Raifeus  to  nobler  feats  above.] 


Htmn     LXVII.     Long  Metre. 

Seeking  the  pajlures  o/Chnd  the  Shepherd.     SoIq- 

mon'j  Song  i.  7. 

1  rr^HOU,  whom  my  foul  admires  above 

X     All  earthly  joy,  and  earthly  love, 
Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  know 
Where  do  thy  fweeteft  paftures  grow  ? 

2  Where  is  the  fhadow  of  that  Rock, 
Which  from  the  fun  defends  thy  flock  ? 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  fheep, 
Among  them  reft,  among  them  ileep. 

3  Why  mould  thy  bride  appear  like  one 
Who  turns  afide  to  paths  unknown  ? 
My  conftant  feet  would  never  roveA 
Would  never  feek  another  love>_ 


B.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         §5: 

4  [The  footfteps  of  thy  flock  I  fee  ; 
Thy  fweeteft  paftures  here  they  be  ; 
A  wond'rous  feaft  thy  love  prepares, 
Bought  with  thy  wounds,  &  groans,  and  tears. 

5  His  deareft  flefh  he  makes  my  food, 
And  bids  me  drink  his  richeft  blood  t 
Here  to  thefe  hills  my  foul  will  come, 
'Till  my  Beloved  lead  me  home.]' 


Hymn    LXVIII.    Long  Metre. 
The  hanquet  of  love.     Solomon'*  Song  ii.  I,  2,  3 
4,  5>  6>  7- 
EHOLD  the  Rofe  of  Sharon  here, 
The  Lilly  which  the  vallies  bear  : 
Behold  the  Tree  of  Life,  which  gives 
Refrefhing  fruit  and  healing  leaves. 

2  Among  the  thorns  {o  liilies  lhine  : 
Among  wild  gourds  the  noble  vine  ; 
So  in  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  proves, 
Amidft  a  thoufand  meaner  loves. 

3  Beneath  his  cooling  made  I  fat, 

To  fhield  me  from  the  burning  heat ; 
Of  heav'nly  fruit  he  fpreads  a  feaft, 
To  feed  my  eyes,  and  pleafe  my  tafte. 

4  [Kindly  he  brought  me  to  the  place 
Where  ftood  the  banquet  of  his  grace  3 
He  faw  me  faint,  and  o'er  my  head 
The  banner  of  his  love  he  fpread. 

5  With  living  bread  and  gen'rous  wine, 
He  cheer'd  this  finking  heart  of  mine  % 
And  op'ning  his  own  heart  to  me, 

He  fhew'd  his  thoughts  how  kind  they  be.] 

6  O  never  let  my  Lord  depart, 

Lie  down  and  reft  upon  mv  heart  ; 

Ff2    * 


354-  HYMNS    AND  B.I 

I  charge  my  fins  not  once  to  move, 
Difturb,  nor  wake,  nor  grieve  my  love. 

Hymn    LXIX.     Long  Metre. 
Chrift  appearing  to  his  church,  andfeeking  her  com- 
pany. Solomon'*  Song  ii.  7,  8,10,  11,  12,13. 

1  *npHE  voice  of  my  Beloved  founds 

X     Over  the  rocks  and  rifing  grounds  ; 
O'er  hills  of  guilt  and  feas  of  grief, 
Heleaps,  he  Mies  to  my  relief. 

2  Now  through  the  veil  of  flefh  I  fee, 
With  eyes  of  love  he  looks  at  me  : 
Now  in  the  gofpel's  clearer!  glafs, 
He  mows  the  beauties  of  his  face. 

3  Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along, 
Both  with  his  beauties  and  his  tongue  ; 

"  Rife,  faith  my  Lord,  make  hafb  away, 
No  mortal  joys  are  worth  thy  flay. 

4  The  Jewifh  wint'ry  ftate  is  gone, 

The  milts  are  fled,  the  fprirg  comes  on> 
The  facred  turtle-dove  we  hear 
Proclaim  the  new,  the  joyful  year. 

5  Th'  immortal  vine  of  heav'nly  rcot, 
Bloflbms  and  buds,  and  gives  her  fruit:" 
Lo,  we  are  come  to  tafte  the  wine  ; 

Our  fouls  rejoice  and  blefs  the  Vine. 

6  And  when  we  hear  our  Jefus  fay — 

**  Rife  up,  my  love,  make  hafte  away  !" 
Our  hearts  would  fain  outfly  the  wind, 
And  leave  all  earthly  love  behind. 

Br  11  n    LXX.     Long  Metre. 
Chrift  inviting,  and  the  church  answering  the  in- 
citation.  Solomon'j  Song  ii.  14,  16,  17. 
1   []j[TARK  !  the  Redeemer  from  on  high, 
j[    Sweetly  invites  his  fav'rites  nigh  : 


B.  1.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         355 

From  caves  of  darknefs  and  of  doubt. 
He  gently  fpeaks  and  calls  us  out. 

2  < '  My  dove,  who  hidert  in  the  rock* 
Thine  heart  almoit  with  forrow  broke, 
Lift  up  thy  face,  forget  thy  fear, 

And  let  thy  voice  delight  mine  ear. 

3  Thy  voice  to  me  founds  ever  fweet  ; 
My  graces  in  thy  count'nance  meet ; 
Though  the  vain  world  thy  face  defpife, 
'Tis  bright  and  comely  in  mine  eyes." 

4  Dear  Lord,  our  thankful  heart  receives 
The  hope  thine  invitation  gives  ; 

To  thee  our  joyful  lips  fhail  raife 
The  voice  of  pray'r,  and  that  of  praife.] 

5  [I  am  my  Love's,  and  he  is  mine  ; 

Our  hearts,  our  hopes,  our  pafuons  join  ; 

Nor  let  a  motion,  nor  a  word, 

Nor  thought  arife  to  grieve  my  Lord. 

6  My  foul  to  paftures  fair  he  leads, 
.    Among  theriiiiies  where  he  feeds; 

Among  the  faints  (whofe  robes  are  white, 
Walh'd  in  his  blood)  is  his  delight. 

7  'Till  the  day  break,  and  fhadows  flee, 
'Till  the  fweet  dawning  light  I  fee, 
Thine  eyes  to  me-ward  often  turn, 
Nor  let  my  foul  in  darknefs  mourn. 

8  Be  like  a  hart  on  mountains  green, 
Leap  o'er  the  hiils  of  fear  and  fin  ; 

I    Nor  guilt,  nor  unbelief  divide 

My  Love,  my  Saviour  from  my  fide.] 


HBWsn 


Hymn    LXXI.     Long  Metre. 
Chrift  found  in  the  /ireet,  andbrduvkt  to  the  church, 

bolomon  s  Song,  iii.  1,  2,  3,  4,  5. 
1   /~\FTEN  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night, 
\Jr    jefuh  my  iove,  my  foul's  delight ; 


356  HYMNS    AND  B.  l] 

With  warm  defire  and  reftlefs  thought 
I  feek  him  oft,  but  find  him  not. 

2  Then  I  arife  and  fearch  the  ftreet, 
'Till  I  my  Lord,  my  Saviour  meet  ; 
I  afk  the  watchmen  of  the  night, 
M  Where  did  you  fee  my  foul's  delight  V*, 

3  Sometimes  I  find  him  in  my  way, 
Direcled  by  an  heav'nly  ray  ; 
I  leap  for  joy  to  fee  his  face, 
And  hold  him  faft  in  mine  embrace. 

4  [I  bring  him  to  my  mother's  home, 
Nor  does  my  Lord  refuie  to  come 
To  Zicn's  facred  chambers,  where 
My  foul  firft  drew  the  vital  air. 

5  He  gives  me  there  his  bleeding  heart, 
Pierc'd  for  my  fake  with  deadly  fmart ; 
I  give  my  foul  to  him,  and  there 
Our  loves  their  mutual  tokens  fnare.] 

6  I  charge  you  all,  ye  earthly  toys, 
Approach  not  to  difturb  my  joys  ; 
Nor  lin,  nor  hell,  come  near  my  heart, 
To  caufe  my  Saviour  to  depart. 


Hymn    LXXII.     Long  Metre. 
The  coronation  o/'Chrift,  and  efpoufah  of  the  church. 

Solomon'/  Song  iii.  2. 
i   y^AUGHTERS  of  Zion,  come,  behold 
JL.i?  The  crown  of  honour  and  of  gold, 
Winch  the  glad  church  with  joys  unknown, 
Plac'd  on  the  head  of  Solomon. 

2  Jefus,  thou  everlafting  King, 
Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring  ; 
Accept  the  well-deferv'd  renown, 
And  wear  our  praifes  as  thy  crown. 

3  Let  ev'ry  aft  of  worfhip  be 

Like  our  efpoufals,  Lord,  to  thee ; 


B.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         357 

Like  the  dear  hour  when  from  above 
We  firft  receiv'd  the  pledge  of  love. 

4  The  gladnefs  of  that  happy  day  ! 
Our  hearts  would  wifh  it  long  to  flay  ; 
Nor  let  our  faith  forfake  its  hold, 
Nor  comfort  fink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

5  O  !  let  each  minute  as  it  flies, 
Increafe  thy  praife,  improve  our  joys, 
'Till  we  are  rais'd  to  ling  thy  name 
At  the  great  fupper  of  the  Lamb. 

6  O  that  the  months  would  roll  away, 
And  bring  that  coronation-day  ! 

The  King  of  grace  mail  fill  the  throne, 
With  all  his  Father's  glories  on. 


H  r  m  n     LXXIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  church* s  beauty  in  the  eyes  of  Chrift.         Solo- 
mon'j-  Song  iv.  1,  10,  1 1,  7,  8,  9. 

1   jr  IND  is  the  fpeech  of  Chrift  our  Lord* 
JlV  Affection  founds  in  ev'ry  word  : 
(i  Lo,  thou  art  fair,  my  love,  he  cries, 
Not  the  young  doves  have  (weeter  eyes* 

£  [Sweet  are  thy  lips,  thy  pleailng  voice 
Salutes  mine  ear  with  fecret  joys  ; 
No  fpice  fo  much  delights  the  fmell, 
Nor  milk,  nor  honey  taftes  fo  well.] 

3  Thou  art  all  fair,  my  bride,  to  me  ; 
I  will  behold  no  fpot  in  thee  :" 
What  mighty  wonders  love  performs* 
And  puts  a  comelinefs  on  worms  ! 

4  Defii'd  and  loathfome  as  we  are, 

He  makes  us  white,  and  calls  us  fair  J 
Adorns  us  with  that  heav'nly  drefs, 
His  graces  a,nd  his  righteoufnefs. 


358  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

5  f<  My  fifter  and  my  fpoufe,  hs  cries, 
Bound  to  my  heart  by  various  ties, 
Thy  pow'rful  love  my  heart  retain^ 

In  itrong  delight,  and  pleaiing  chains.'' 

6  He  calls  them  from  the  leopard's  den, 
From  this  wild  world  of  hearts  and  men>. 
To  Zion,  where  his  glories  are  ; 

Not  Lebanon  is  half  fo  fair. 

7  Nor  dens  of  prey,  nor  rlow'ry  plain?, 
Nor  earthly  joys,  nor  earthly  pains, 
Shall  hold  my  fee.t,  or  force  my  flay, 
When  Chriji  invites  my  foul  away. 

Hymn    LXXIV.    Long  Metre. 
The  church  the  garden  of  Chrift.     SolomonV  Song 

iv.  12,  13,  15,  and  v.  I. 
2    TT  7  E  are  a  garden  wall'd  around, 

VV      Chofen  and  made  peculiar  ground  > 
A  little  fpot ;  inclos'd  by  grace, 
Out  of  the  world's  wide  wildernefs. 

2  Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  fpice  we  ftand,. 
Planted  by  God  the  Father's  hand  ; 
And  all  his  fprings  in  Zion  flow, 

To  make  the  young  plantation  grow. 

3  Awake,  O  heav'nly  wind,  and  come, 
Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume  ; 
Spirit  divine,  defcend  and  breathe 
A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath. 

4  Make  our  belt  fpices  flow  abroad, 
To  entertain  our  Saviour  God: 
And  faith,  and  love,  and  joy  appear, 
And  ev'ry  grace  be  active  here. 

5  [Let  my  Beloved  come,  and  taile 

His  pleafant  fruits  at  his  own  feaft  : — 
/  come,  ?ny  fpoufe,  I  come,  he  cries, 
With  love  and  pleafure  in  his  eyes. 


B.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         359 

6  Our  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 

Well  pleas'dto  fmell  our  poor  perfumes, 
And  calls  us  to  a  feaft  divine, 
Sweeter  than  honey,  milk  or  wine. 

7  Eat  of  the  tree  of  life,  my  friends, 
The  blejjings  which  my  Father  fends  ; 
Tour  tajie  jhall  all  my  dainties  prove, 
And  drink  abundance  of  my  lo-ve. 

.8  Jefus,  we  will  frequent  thy  board, 
And  fing  the  bounties  of  our  L®rd : 
But  the  rich  food  on  which  we  live, 
Demands  more  praife  than  tongues  can  give.] 

Hymn    LXXV.     Long  Metre. 

The  defcription  o/Chrift  the  Beloved.      Solomon'* 

Song  v.  9,  10,  11,  12,  14,  15,  16. 

1  ^T^HE  wond'ring  world    inquire  to  know 

JL     Why  I  mould  love  my  Jefus  fo  : 
<f  What  are  his  charms,  fay  they,  above 
The  objects  of  a  mortal  love'?" 

2  Yes,  my  Beloved  to  my  fight 

Shews  afweet  mixture,  red  and  white  : 
All  human  beauties,  all  divine, 
In  my  Beloved  meet  and  mine. 

3  White  is  his  foul,  from  blemifh  free  ; 
Red  with  the  blood  he  ihed  for  me  ; 
The  faireft  of  ten  thoufand  fairs-; 
A  fun  among  ten  thoufand  ftars. 

4  [His  head  the  fineft  gold  excels ; 
There  wifdom  in  perfection  dwells, 
And  glory  like  a  crown  adorns 
Thofe  temples  once  befet  with  thorns. 

5  Compaffions  in  his  heart  are  found, 
Clofe  by  the  fignals  of  his  wound  : 
His  facred  fide  no  more  mall  bear 
The  cruel .fcourge,  the  piercing  fpear.l 


360  HYMNS    AND  B.  I. 

6  [His  hands  are  fairer  to  behold 
Than  diamonds  fet  in  rings  of  gold  ; 
Thofe  heav'nly  hands,  which  on  the  tree 
Were  nail'd,  and  torn,  and  bled  for  me. 

7  Tho'  once  hebow'd  his  feeble  knees, 
Loaded  with  fins  and  agonies, 

Now  on  the  throne  of  his  command 

His  legs  like  marble  pillars  ftand.] 
%  [His  eyes  are  majefty  and  love — 

The  eagle  temper'd  with  the  dove  ; 

No  more  fnall  trickling  forrows  roll 

Thro'  thofe  dear  windows  of  his  foul.] 
9  Hismouth  which  pour'dout  long  complaints* 

Now  fmiles  and  cheers  his  fainting  faints  ; 

His  countenance  more  graceful  is 

Than  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees. 
io  All  over  glorious  is  my  Lord, 

Mull  be  belov'd,  and  yet  ador'd  ; 

His  worth  if  all  the  nations  knew, 

Sure  the  whole  earth  would  love  him  too. 

Hr  MX    LXXVI.     Long  Metre. 

Chrift  dwells  in  heaven,  but  <vifits  on  earth. — 

Solomon's  Songvi.  i,  2,  3,  12. 

1  TTTHEN  ftrangers  ftand  and  hear  me  tell 

V  V     What  beauties  in  my  Saviour  dwell ; 
Where  he  is  gone  they  fain  would  know, 
That  they  might  feek  and  love  him  too. 

2  My  beft  Beloved  keeps  his  throne 

On  hills  of  light,  in  worlds  unknown ; 
But  he  defcends  and  mows  his  face 
In  the  young  gardens  of  his  grace. 

3  [In  vineyards  planted  by  his  hand, 
Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  ftand  ; 
He  feeds  among  the  fpicy  beds, 
Where  lillies  mow  their  fpotlefs  heads. 


B.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         36i 

4  He  has  engrofs'd  my  warmeft  love, 

No  earthly  charms  my  foul  can  move  : 
'  I  have  a  manfion  in  his  heart, 
Nor  death,  nor  hell,  fhall  make  us  part.j 

5  [He  takes  my  foul  ere  I'm  aware, 
And  lhows  me  where  his  glories  are ; 
No  chariot  of  Aminadib 

The  heav'nly  rapture  can  defcribe«r 

6  O  may  my  fpirit  daily  rife 

On  wings  of  faith  above  the  fkies, 
'Till  death  fhall  make  my  laft  remove:, 
To  dwell  for  ever  with  my  Love. 


Hymn    XXXVII.    Long  Metre, 
Whe  lo-ve  of  Chrift  to  the  church  in  his  language  t9 
her ,  and  prtmifions  for  her.     Solomon'*  Song  viu 
5,  6,  9,  12,  13. 
1  "^TOW  in  the  gaiPries  of  his  grace, 
jL\|    Appears  the  King,  and  thus  he  fays* 
Iloivfair  my  faints  are  in  myfght, 
My  love,  ho<zv  pieafant  for  delight  ! 
■Z  Kind  is  thy  language,  fov'reign  Lord, 
There's  heav'nly  grace  in  ev'ry  word; 
From  that  dear  mouth  a  ftream  divine 
Flows  fweeter  than  the  choiceft  wine. 

3  Such  wond'rous  love  awakes  the  lip 
Of  faints  who  were  almoft  aileep, 
To  fpeak  the  praifes  of  thy  name, 
And  make  our  cold  affections  flame. 

4  Thefe  are  the  joys  he  lets  us  know 
In  fields  and  villages  below  : 
Gives  us  a  relifh  of  his  love, 

But  keeps  his  nobleft  feafl  above* 

5  In  paradife,  within  the  gates, 
An  higher  entertainment  waits  g 


362]  HYMNS  AND  B.i, 

Fruits  new  and  old  laid  up  in  ftore, 
Where- we  mall  feed,  but  thirft  no  more. 


Hymn    LXXVIII.    Long  Metre. 
The  Jirengih  of  Chrift'j  love,  and  the  fouVs  jealonjy 
of  her  even.  Solomon'/  Song  viii.  5, 6,  7,  1 3,  14. 
2   [T7T  7  HO  is  this  fair  one  in  diflrefs, 

V  V    That  travels  from  the  wildernefg  ? 
And  prefs'd  with  forrows  and  with  fins, 
On  her  beloved  Lord  fhe  leans. 

2  This  is  the  fpoufe  of  Chrift  our  God, 
Bought  with  the  treafures  of  his  blood  : 
And  her  requeft,  and  her  complaint, 

Is  but  the  voice  of  ev'ry  faint.] 

3  "  O" let  my  name  engraven  ftand, 
Both  on  thy  heart  and  on  thy  hand  5 
Seal  me  upon  thine  arm,  and  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there. 

4  Stronger  than  death  thy  love  is  known, 
Which  floods  of  wrath  could  never  drown; 
And  hell  and  earth  in  vain  combine 

To  quench  a  fire  fo  much  divine. 

5  But  I  am  jealous  of  my  heart, 

Left  It  mould  once  from  thee  depart. 
Then  let  thy  name  be  well  imprefs'd 
As  a  fair  fignet  on  my  breaft. 

3  'Till  thou  haft  brought  me  to  thy  home, 
Where  fears  and  doubts  can  never  come, 
Thy  count'nance  let  me  often  fee, 
And  often  thou  fhalt  hear  from  me. 

7  Come,  my  Beloved,  hafte  away, 
Cut  fhort  the  hours  of  thy  delay  ; 
Fly,  like  a  youthful  hart  or  roe, 
;Over  the  hills  where  fpices  grow/' 


B.'I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         s^3 

H  r  m  n    LXXIX.    Long  Metre. 

A  Morning   Hymn.       Pfalm   xix.  5,    8*   and 

Ixxiii.    24,   25. 

1  f^\  OD  of  the  morning,  at  whofe  voice 
\y  The  cheerful  fun  makes  haile  to  rife, 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  ikies. 

2  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  eaft, 
The  circuit  of  his  race  begins— 
And  without  wearinefs  or  reft, 

Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and  mines. 

3  Oh,  like  the  fun  may  1  fulfiL 
Th*  appointed  duties  of  the  day, 
With  ready  mi%d  and  acYive  will 
March  on  and  keep  my  heav'nly  way. 

4  [But  I  mall  rove  and  lofe  the  race, 
If  God  my  fun  mould  difappear, 

And  leave  me  in  this  world's  wide  maze, 
To  follow  ev'ry  wand'ring  ftar.] 

5  Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 
Enlightening  our  beclouded  eyes  ; 
Thy  threat'iiings  juft,  thy  promife  fure, 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife.. 

6  Give  me  thy  counfel  for  my  guide, 
And  then  receive  me  to  thy  biifs  ; 
All  my  defires  and  hopes  befide, 
Are  faint  and  cold  compar'd  to  this,. 

■  1  1111  HI 

Hymn    LXXX.    Long  Metre. 

An  Evening  Hymn.     Pfalm  iv.  8.  and  Hi.  5,  £. 
and  cxliii.  8. 

1  r  I  ^HUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 

X     Thus  far  his  pow'r  prolongs  my  days, 
And  ev'ry  ev'ning  fhall  make  known 
Some  frefh  memorial  of  his  grace. 


S&j.  HYMNS  AND  B. !. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  wafte, 
And  1  perhaps  am  near  my  home  ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  part, 

He  gives  me  ftrength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  fieep, 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  y 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  ftations  round  my  bed, 

4  In  vain  the  fons  of  earth  or  hell 
Tell  me  a  thoufmd  frightful  things; 
My  God  in  fafety  makes  me  dwell 
Beneath  the  fhadow  of  his  wings. 

5  [Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear : 
O  may  thy  prefence  ne'er  depart, 
And  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindnefs  of  thy  heart.- 

fc  Thus-  when  the  night  of  death  fhall  come_> 
My  rielh  fhall  reft  beneath  the  ground:, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  roufe  my  tomb, 
With  fweet  falvationin  the  found*] 

Hymn    LXXXI.     Long  Metre. 
A  fong  for  Morning  and  Evening.      Lam.  iii> 
23.      Ifa.  xlv.  7. 

a   II  /T  Y  God  how  endlefs  is  thy  love  I 
JVA  Thy  gijts  are  ev'ry  ev'ning  new; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above, 
Gently  diftil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  fpreadft  the  curtains  ef  the  night, 
Great  Guardian  of  my  fleeping  hours. ; 
Thy  fov'reign  word  reftores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowfy  pow'rs. 

3  I  yield  my  pow'rs  to  thy  commanda. 
To  thee  I  confecrate  my  davs  ; 


,  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         365 

Perpetual  bleflings  from  thine  hand 
Demand  perpetual  fongs  of  praife. 

Hymn     LXXXII.     Long  Metre. 

So  D  far  above,  creatures  :  or,    man  vain  and  mortal* 

Job  iv.  17,  21. 

SHALL  the  vile  race  of  flefh  and  blood 
Contend  with  their  Creator,  GOD  ? 
Shall  mortal  worms  prefume  to  be 
More  holy,  wife,  or  j  uft,  than  he  I 

2  Behold  he  puts  his  truft  in  none 
Of  all  the  fpirits  round  his  throne ; 
Their  natures,  when  compard  with  his, 
Are  neither  holy,  juft,  nor  wife. 

3  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  th§y 
Who  fpring  from  duft,  and  dwell  in  clay  I 
Touch'd  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 

We  faint  and  vanim  like  the  moth. 

4  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
We  die  by  thoufands  in  th}  fight ; 
Bury'd  in  duft  whole  nations  lie, 
Like  a  forgotten  vanity.  , 

5  Almighty  Pow'r,  to  thee  we  bow  ; 
How  frail  are  we  !  how  glorious  thou  ! 
No  more  the  fons  of  earth  ihall  dare 
With  an  eternal  God  compare. 

Hymn    LXXXXIL     Common  Metre, 
Ajjltclions  and  dearth   under-  providence.       Job  V.  6? 
i  l^TOT  from  the  duft  afRi*?cion  grows, 
X  tJ      Nor  troubles  rife  by  chance ; 
Yet  we  are  born  to  cares  and  woes  ; 
A  fad  inheritance ! 
7  As  fparks  break  out  from  burning  coals> 
And  Hill  are  upwards  borne  j 
G  g  z 


366  HYMN'S  AND  £; 

So  grief  is  rooted  in  our  fouls, 
And  man  grows  up  to  mourn. 

3  Yet  with  my  God  I  leave  my  caufe, 

And  trull  his  promis'd  grace  ; 
He  rules  me  by  his  well-known  laws 
Of  love  and  right  eoufnefs. 

4  Not  all  the  pains  that  e'er  I  bore, 

Shall  fpoil  my  future  peace — 

For  death  and  hell  can  do  no  more 

Than  what  my  Father  pleafe. 


Hymn    LXXXIV.     Long  Metre. 
Sahati'ox,  righteoufnefs ,  and  (Irength  in  Chrift, 
Ifa.  xiv.  2i — 25. 

1  JEHOVAH  fpeaks—let^W  hear, 
J    Let  all  the  earth  rejoice  and  fear, 
While  God's  eternal  Son  proclaims 
His  fov'reign  honours,  and  his  names. 

2  "lam  the  laft,  and  I  the  firft, 

"  The  Saviour  God,  and  God  the  juft  ;     ■ 
"  There's  none  befide  pretends  to  mew 
"  Such  juftice,  and  falvation  too. 

3  ["  Ye  who  in  fhades  of  darknefs  dwell, 
"  Juft  on  the  verge  of  death  and  hell — 
**  Look  up  to  me  from  diitant  lands  ; 

"  Light,  life,  and  heav'n,  are  in  my  hands. 

4  "  I  by  my  holy  name  ha^e  fworn, 

(f  Nor  mail  the  word  in  vain  return  ; 
"  To  me  iliall  all  things  bend  the  knee, 
"  And  ev'ry  tongue  mall  fwear  to  me.] 

5  "  In  me  alone  iliall  men  confefs 

"  Lies  all  their  iirength  and  righteoufneis  : 
u  But  fuch  as  dare  defpife  my  name, 
lf  I'll  clothe  them  with  fitejr.sl  frame. 


!  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         367 

"  In  me  the  Lord  mall  all  the  feed 
"  Of  Ifrael  from  their  fms  be  freed, 
v  And  by  their  mining  graces  prove 
"  Their  int'reft  in.  my  pard'ning  love." 


Htmn    LXXXV.     Short  Metre. 
The  fame. 

1  rr^HELord  on  high  proclaims 

J^      His  Godhead  from  his  throne  p 
Mercy  and  ju  ft  ice  are  the  na7nes 
By  which  I  'will  be.  known . 

2  Te  dying  fouls  who  Jit 

■   In  darknefs  an'd  diftrefs, 
Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit 
To  my  recovering  grace, 

3  Sinners  ihall  hear  the  found ; 

Their  thankful  tongues  Ihall  own, 
Our  righteoufnefs  andflrength  are  found 
In  thee,  the  Lord,  alone. 

4  In  thee  Ihall  Ifrael  truft, 

And  fee  their  guilt  forgiv'n  ; 
<3x>d  will  pronounce  the  fmnejs  juft,. 
And  take  the  faints  to  heav'n. 

Hr  m  n    LXXXVI.     Common  Metre. 
God  holy,  jufi  and  fo-vereign.     Job  ix.  2 — 10. 

1  T  TOW  mould  the  fons  of  Jdam's  race 
JLjL    Be  pure  before  their  God  ! 

If  he  contend  in  righteoufnefs, 
We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

2  To  vindicate  my  words  and  thoughts^ 

I'll  make  no  more  pretence  ; 
Kot  one  of  all  my  thoufand  faults 
Can  bear  a  juft  defence, 


368  HYMNS  AND  JB.  L 

3  Strong  is  his  arm,  his  heart  is  wife  ; 

What  vain  prefumers  dare 
Againft  their  Maker's  hand  to  rife, 
Or  'tempt  th'  unequal  war  ? 

4  [Mountains  by  his  almighty  wrath 

From  their  old  feats  are  torn  ; 
He  makes  the  earth  from  fouth  to  north,. 
And  all  her  pillars  mourn. 

5  He  bids  the  fun  forbear  to  rife, 

Th'  obedient  fun  forbears  ; 
His  hand  with  fackcloth  fpreads  the  ikies, 

And  feals  up  all  the  ftars. 
'6  He  walks  upon  the  ftormy  fea  ; 

Flies  on  the  ftormy  wind  ; 
There's  none  can  trace  his  wond'rous  way, 

Or  his  dark  footfteps  find.] 


Hymn    LXXXVII.    Long  Metre. 

GoD  dwells,  with  the  humble  and  penitent;— 
Ifa.  lvii.  15,  16. 

1  ry^-KUS  faith  the  high  and  lofty  Ona, 

X      "  I  iit  upon  my  holy  throne  ; 
My  name  is  GOD,  I  dwell  oa  high; 
Dwell  in  my  own  eternity. 

2  But  I  defcend  to  worlds  below, 
On  earth  I  have  a  manfion  too  ; 
The  humble  fpirit  and  contrite,- 
Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 

3  The  humble  foul  my  words  revive, 
I  bid  the  mourning  (inner  live  ; 
Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 
And  eafe  he  forrows  of  the  mind. 

4  [When  I  contend  againft  their  fin, 

I  make  them  know  how  vile  they've  been  ; 
But  ihr  aid  my  wrath  for  ever  fmoke, 
Their  fouls  would  fink  beneath  my  ftroke," 


B.  f.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         369^ 

O  may  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  nigh, 
Left  we  mould  faint,  defpair  and  die  ! 
Thus  mall  our  better  thoughts  approve 
The  methods  of  thy  chaft'ning  love.] 


Hymn     LXXXVIIL     Long  Metre. 
Life  the  day  of  grace-  and  hope.     Ecci.-    ix.  4, 
6,  10. 

LIFE  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord, 
The  time  t'  infure  the  great  reward^ 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vileft  finner  may  return. 
[Life  is  the  hour  which  God  has  giv'n 
To  Tcape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heav'n  j 
The  day  of  grace,  when  mortals  may 
Secure  the  bleffings  of  the  day.] 
3  The  living  know  that  theyrnuft  die* 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ; 
Their  mem'ry  and  their  fenfe  is  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 
[Their  hatred  and  their  love  are  loft, 
Their  envy  bury'd  in  the  duft  ; 
They  have  no  lhare  in  all  that's  dons^ 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  fun. J 

5  Then  what  my  thoughts  deffgnto  do, 
My  hands  with  all  your  might  purfue, 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found 

Nor  faith  nor  hope  beneath  the  ground. 

6  There  are  no  afls  of  pardon  paft 

In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  hafte  ; 
But  darknefs,  death,,  and  long  defpair, 
Reign  in  eternal  filence  there. 


Hymn     LXXXIX.     Long  Metre. 
Youth  and  judgment,     EccL  xi.  9. 
XT^E  fons  of  Adam*  vain  and  young, 
JL   Indulge  your  eyes  indulge  your  tongu 


370  HYMNS  AND  Bj 

Tafte  the  delights  your  fouls  defi re, 
And  give  a  loofe  to  all  your  fire. 

2  Purfuethe  pleasures  you  defign, 
And  cheer  your  hearts  withfongs  and  wine, 
Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth  ;  but  know- 
There  is  a  day  of  judgment  too. 

3  God  from  on  high  beholds  your  thougVs, 
His  book  records  your  fecret  faults  ; 

The  works  of  darknefs  you  have  done, 
Muft  all  appear  before  the  fun. 

4  The  vengeance  to  your  follies  due, 
Should  ftrikeyour  hearts  with  terrour  thro' 
How  will  you  ftand  before  his  face, 
Oranfwerfor  his  injur'd  grace  ? 

5  Almighty  God,  turn  off  their  eyes 
From  thefe  alluring  vanities, 
And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 
Awake  their  fouls  to  fear  the  Lord* 


//  r  m  k     XC.     Common  Metre. 
The  fame. 
i   "       O,  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rife, 
j  4   And  thro'  all  nature  rove, 
Fulfil  the  wifhes  of  their  eyes, 
And  tafte  the  joys  they  love. 

2  They  give  a  loofe  to  wild  defires ; 

But  let  the  finners  know 
Theftrict  account  which  God  requires 
Of  all  the  works  they  do. 

3  The  Judge  prepares  his  throne  on  high,. 

The  frighted  earth  and  feas 
Avoid  the  fury  of  his  eye, 
And  fiee  before  his  face. 
4  How  fh  ill  I  bear  that  dreadful  day, 
And  ftand  the  fi'rv  teft  I 


I  i.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         371 

I'd  give  all  mortal  joys  away, 
To  be  forever  blefl. 

H  r  m  n     XCI.     Long  Metre. 
■{vice  to  youth  :  or,  old  age  and  death  in  an  uncon- 
'  verttdftate.     Ecci.  xii.  I,  7.     Ifa.  lxv.  20. 

NOW  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood 
Remember  your  Creator,  God  : 

!  Behold  the  months  come  hafl'ning  on, 

!  When  you  fhall  fay— my  joys  are  gone. 

i  Behold  the  aged  finner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endlefs  curfes  on  his  head. 
The  dull  returns  to  dufl  again  ; 

j  The  foul  in  agonies  of  pain 
Afcends  to  God  ;  not  there  to  dwellr 

I  But  hears  her  doom,  and  finks  to  hell. 
Eternal  King,  I  fear  thy  name, 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am  ; 
And  when  my  foul  mud  hence  remove. 
Give  me  a  manfion  in  thy  love. 


Hr  m  n    CXII.     Long  Metre, 
thrift  the  vjijdom  of  God.     Prov.  viii.  1,  22—32- 

1  QHALL  wifdomcry  aloud, 

J5     And  not  her  fpeech  be  heard  ? 
The  voice  of  God's  eternal  word, 
Deferves  it  no  regard  ? 

2  f  f  I  was  his  chief  delight, 

His  everlafling  Son, 
Before  the  firft  of  all  his  works, 
Creation  was  begun. 

3  [Before  the  flying  clouds. 

Before  the  folid  land, 


372  HYMNS  AND  B.  L 

Before  the  fields,  before  the  floods, 
I  dwelt  at  his  right  hand. 

4  When  he  adorn'd  the  fkies, 

And  built  them,  I  was  there, 
To  order  when  the  fun  mould  rife, 
And  marfhal  ev'ry  ftar. 

5  When  he  pour 'd  out  the  fea, 

And  fpread  the  flowing  deep, 
I  gave  the  flood  a  firm  decree, 
In  its  own  bounds  to  keep. 

6  Upon  the  empty  air 

The  earth  was  balanced  well : 
With  joy  I  faw  the  manfion  where 
The  fons  of  men  mould  dwelL 

7  My  bufy  thoughts  at  firft 

On  their  falvation  ran, 
Ere  fin  was  born,  or  Adam's  dufl 

Was  fafhion'd  to  a  man. 
.8  Then  come,  receive  my  grace, 

Ye  children,  and  be  wife  ; 
Happy  the  man  who  keeps  my  ways ; 

T he  man  who  fhuns  them  dies/* 


H  r  m  n    XCIII.     Long  Metre. 

Wifdom    obeyed  or   rejijied.       Pro.  viii. 

34 36. 

THUS  faith  the  wifdom  of  the  Lord, 
"  Bleit  ie  the  man  who  hears  my  word, 
Keeps  daily  watch  before  my  gates, 
And  at  my  feet  for  mercy  waits. 

The  foul  which  feeks  me  fhall  obtain 
Immortal  wealth  and  heav'nly  gain  ; 
Immortal  life  is  his  reward, 
Life  and  the  favour  of  the  Lord. 


3. 1.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         373 

3  But  the  vile  wretch  who  flies  from  me* 
Doth  his  own  foul  an  injury  ; 
Fools  who  againft  my  grace  rebel, 
Seek  death  and  love  the  road  to  hell. 


H  r  ms    XCIV.     Common  Metre. 
'Jufiificationby  faith,  not  by    works-:  jr,  the  fa<z& 
condemns,  grace  jufiifies.     Rom.  iii.  19 22* 

1  T  TAIN  are  the  hopes,  the  fons  of  men 

V       On  their  own  works  have  built  ; 
Their  hearts  by  nature  are  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions  guilt. 

2  Let  J^vttfld  Gentile  flop  their  mouth?, 

Without  a  murm'ring  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  ftand 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  afk  God's  righteous  law 

Tojuftifyus  now, 
Since — to  convince,  and  to  condemn-— : 

Is  all  the  law  can  do. 
j.  Jefusy  how  glorious  is  thy  grace, 

When  in  thy  name  we  truft  ! 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteoufnefs 

Which  makes  the  finner  juft. 

Hymn    XCV.     Common  Metre. 
Regeneration.     John  i.  13,  and  iii.  3,  &c. 

1  "\TOT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth* 
]J%      Nor  rites  which  God  has  giv'n, 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth* 

Can  raife  a  foul  to  heav'h. 

2  The  fov'reign  will  of  God  alone 

Creates  us  heirs  of  grace; 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  n  ew  peculiar  race. 


374  HYMNS    AND  B.  I, 

3  The  Spirit,  like  fome  heav'nly  wind, 

Blows  on  the  fons  of  flefh, 

New  models  all  the  carnal  mind, 

And  forms  the  man  afreih. 

4  Our  quicken'd  fouls  awake,  and  rife 

From  the  long  fleep  of  death  ; 

On  heav'nly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 

And  praife  employs  our  breath. 

Hymn    XCVI.     Common  Metre. 

EleSlion  excludes  loajliyig.     I  Cor.  i.  z6 31. 

i   "HUT  few  among  the  carnal  wife, 
J3     But  few  of  noble  race, 
Obtain  the  favour  of  thine  eyes, 
Almighty  King  of  grace. 
z  He  takes  the  men  of  meaneft  name 
For  fons  and  heirs  of  God  ; 
And  thus  he  pours  abundant  fhame 
On  honourable  blood. 

3  He  calls  the  fool,  and  makes  him  know 

The  myhVries  of  his  grace, 
To  bring  afpiring  wifdom  low, 
And  all  its  pride  abafe. 

4  Nature  has  all  its  glory  loft, 

When  brought  before  his  throne  ; 
No  flefh  fhall  in  his  prefence  boaft, 
But  in  the  Lord  alone. 


Hr  m  n    XCVH.    Long:  Metre. 


o 


Chrift.  our  njuifdom,  righteoufnefs,  &c.      i  Cor.  1.30* 
i   TJURY'D  in  fhadows  of  the  night, 
J3    We  lie  'till  Chrift  reftores  the  light ; 
Wifdom  defcends  to  heal  the  blind, 
And  chafe  the  darknefs  of  the  mind. 


B.I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        375 

2  Our  guilty  fouls  are  drown'd  in  tears, 
'Till  his  atoning  blood  appears  : 
Then  we  awake  from  deep  diftrefs, 
And  fing,  The  Lord  our  Rightaoufnefs. 

3  Our  very  frame  is  mix'd  with  fin  ; 
His  Spirit  makes  our  natures  clean; 
Such  virtues  from  his  fuff'xings  flow, 
At  once  to  cleanfe  and  pardon  too. 

4  jefus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns, 
Binding  his  flaves  in  heavy  chains  ; 
He  fets  the  prisoners  free,  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  from  Our  necks. 

5  Poor  helplefs  worms  in  thee  pofTefs 
Grace,  wifdom,  pow'r  and  righteoufnefs  5 
Thou  art  our  mighty  All,  and  we 

Give  our  whole  felves,  OLord,  to  thee. 


Hymn    XCVIII.      Short  Metre. 
The  fame. 

1  T  TOW  heavy  is  the  night 

\~X     Which  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 
9Till  Chrifi  with  his  reviving  light 
Over  our  fouls  arife  ! 

2  Our  guilty  fpirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  heav'n  ; 
But  in  his  righteoufnefs  array'd, 
We  fee  our  fins  forgiv'n. 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways* 
His  hands  infefted  nature  cure 
With  fan  edifying  grace. 

4  The  powers  of  hell  agree 

To  hold  our  fouls  in  vain  ; 
He  fets  the  fons  of  bondage  free, 
And  breaks  the  eurfed  chain-. 


2j6  HYMNS    AND  B.  I, 

5  Lord,  we  adore  thy  ways, 

To  bring  us  near  to  God,. 
Thy  fov'reign  pow'r,  thy  healing-  grace, 

And  thine  atoning  blood. 


Hymn     XCIX.     Common  Metre. 
Stones  made  children  cf  Abraham;   or,   grace -x^r 

conveyed  by  religious  parents.     Matth.  iii.  9. 
j  T  7AIN  are  the  hopes  which  rebels  place 
V      Upon  their  birth  and  blood, 
Defcended  from  a  pious  race, 
(Their  fathers  now  with  God.) 
2  Ke  from  the  caves  of  earth  and  hell 
Can  take  the  hardeft  ftones, 
And  fill  the  houfe  of  Abraham  well, 
With  new  created  foes. 

j  Such,  wondVous  pow'r  he  doth  pofl'efs^- 
Whoforni'd  our  mortal  frame, 
Who  call'd  the  world  from  emptinefs  2 
The  world  obey'd,  and  came. 

//  r  m  n    C.     Long  Metre. 
Believe,  and  be  Caved*    John  iii.  16,  17,  1  8. 

1  TkTOT  to  condemn  the  fons  of  men, 
JL^I     Did  Cbrifi  the  Son  of  God  appear : 
No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  feent 

No  flaming  fword,  nor  thunder  there. 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 
He  lov'd  the  race  of  man  fo  well, 
He  fent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 

Of  fins,  and  fave  our  fouls  from  hell. 

3  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word, 
Truft  in  his  mighty  name  and  live  ; 
A  thoufand  joys  his  lips  afford, 

His  hands  a  thoufand.  bleflings  give* 


B.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  377 

4  But  vengeance  and  damnation  lies 
On  rebels  who  refufe  his  grace  ; 
Who  God's  eternal  Son  defpife, 
The  hotteft  hell  mall  be  their  place. 


H  r  m  n    CI.     Long  Metre. 
Joy  in  heaven  for  a  repenting finner.  Luke  xv.  7,10, 

1  TT7HO  can  defcribe  the  joys  which  rife 

V  V    Through  all  the  courts  of  paradife, 
To  fee  a  prodigal  return, 
To  fee  an  heir  of  glory  born  ? 

2  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love  ; 

The  fon  with  joy  looks  down  and  fees 
The  purchafe  of  his  agonies. 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  foul  he  form'd  anew, 
And  faints  and  angels  join  to  £ng 
The  growing  empire  of  their  King, 

Hymn     CII.     Long  Metre. 
The.  Beatitudes*    Matth.  v.  2 1 2. 

1  [T>LEST  are  the  humble  fouls  who  fee 

J3  Their  emptinefs  and  poverty  ; 
Treafures  of  grace  to  them  are  giv'n, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heav'n.] 

2  [Bleft  are  j£ie  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  fin  with  inward  imart , 
The  blood  o&Ckrift  divinely  flows 

An  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes.] 

3  [Bleft  are  the  meek,  who  ftand  afar 
From  rage  and  pafiion^noife  and  warj 
God  will  fecure  their  happy  ftate, 

And  plead  their  caufeagainflthe  great.] 
H  h  2 


$7S  HYMNS    ANI>  B. .  I. 

4  [Bleft  are  the  fouls  who  thirft  for  grace,, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteoufnefs  ; 
They  fhall  be  well  fupply'd  and  fed 
With  living  ftreams  and  living  bread.] 

£   [Bleft  are  the  men  whofe  bowels  move 
And  melt  with  fympathy  and  love  ; 
From  Cbrifi  the  Lord  they  mall  obtain 
Like  fympathy  and  love  again.] 

6  [Bleft  are  the  pure  whofe  hearts  are  clear* 
From  the  defiling  pow'r  of  fin  ; 
With  endlefs  pleafure  they  fhall  fee 
A  God  of  fpotlefs  purity.] 

7'  rBleft  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  ftrife* 
They  (hall  be  call'd  the  heirs  of  blifs, 
The  fons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace.] 

%  [Bleft  are  the  fufPrers  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  fhame  for  Jefus*  fake  ; 
Their  fouls  fhall  triumph  in  the  Lord* 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward.] 

Hymn    CHI.    Common  Metre. 
Not  ajbamed  of  the  go/pel.    2  Tim.  i.  I2« 
i  T'M  not  afham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 
X    Or  to  defend  his  caufe, 
Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  crofs. 

2  Jefus,  my  God  !  I  know  his  name  ; 

His  name  is  all  my  truft  : 
Nor  will  he  put  my  foul  *o  fhame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  loft. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promife  ftands; 

And  he  can  well  fecure 
What  IVe  committed  to  his  hands, 
-'Till  the  decifive  hour. 


B.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         379 

a  Then  will  he  own  my  worthlefs  name 
Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jerufalem 
Appoint  my  foul  a  place. 

Hymn    CIV.     Common  Metre. 
4  fiate  of  nature  and  grace.     1  Cor.  vi.  10,  CI, 

1  IVT^^  t^ie  mal*ci°us  or  profane, 
X%|     The  wanton  or  the  proud, 

Nor  thieves,  nor  fland'r ers  mall  obtain- 

The  kingdom  of  our  God. 

2  Surprifing  grace  !  and  fuch  were  we 

By  nature  and  by  fin, 

Heirs  of  immortal  mifery, 

Unholy  and  unclean. 

3  But  we  are  wafh'd  in  J  ejus9  blood, 

We're  pardon'd  thro'  his  name  £ 
And  the  good  Spirit  of  our  God, 
Has  fanftify'd  our  frame* 

4  Ofor  aperfevering  pow'r 

To  keep  thy  juft  commands  1 
We  would  defile  our  hearts  no  more,. 
No  more  pollute  our  hands. 


Hymn    CV.     Common  Metre. 
Heaven  in-vijtble    and  holy.        I  Cor.  ii.   9,    1(> 

Rev.  xxi.  27. 
1  TVT®^  evehath  feen,  nor  ear  hath  heard* 
Jl^      Nor  ferlfe,  nor  reafon  known, 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepar'd 
For  thofe  who  love  the  Son. 
,j2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Reveals  a  heav'n  to  come  : 
The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word* 

Allure  and  guide  us  home,  - 


S8o  HYMNS  AND  B.  I. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  Iky, 

And  all  the  region  peace  ; 
No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye, 
Can  fee  or  tafte  the  blifs. 

4  Thofe  holy  gates  forever  bar 

Pollution,  fin  and  fhame  ; 
None  fhall  obtain  admittance  there, 
But  foll'wersof  the  Lamb. 

5  He  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life, 

There  all  their  names  are  found  % 
The  hypocrite  in  vain  fhall  ftrive 
To  tread  the  heav'nly  ground. 

Hymn     CVI.     Short  Metre. 
Dead  to  fin  by  the  crofs  of  Chrift.     Rom.  vi.  i ,  z,  6, 
i  O  HALL  we  go  on  to  fin, 

J5    Becaufe  thy  grace  abounds  I 
Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 

And  open  all  his  wounds  ? 

2  Forbid  it,  mighty  God  ! 

Nor  let  it  e'er  be  faid. 
That  we,  whofe  fins  are  crucify  yd, 

Should  raife  them  from  the  dead. 

3  We  will  be  flaves  no  more, 

Since  Chrifi  has  made  us  free, 
Has  nail'd  our  tyrants  to  the  crofs, 
And  bought  our  liberty. 

Hymn    CVII..    Long  Metre. 
The  fall  and  rectroery  of  man  .-  or  Chrift  and  Sataii 

at  enmity.     Gen.   iii.    i>  Iff,   17.   Gal.    iv.  4, 

Col.  ii.  15. 
%  X^vECEIV'D  by  fubtle  fnares  of  hell, 

J^J    Adam  our  head,  our  father,  fell, 

When  Satan  in  the  ferpent  hid, 

Propos'd  the  fruit  which  Qod  forbid. 


B.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  #* 

2  Death  was  the  threatning  ;    death  began 
To  take  poffeflion  of  the  man  i 

His  unborn  race  receiv'd  the  wound, 
And  heavy  curfes  fmote  the  ground. 

3  But  Satan  found  a  worfe  reward  ; 
Thus  faith  the  vengeance  of  the  Lorcf, 
Let  e-verlafting  hatred  be 

Betwixt  the  woman* s  feed  and  thee. 

4  The  woman' *s  feed  /hall  be  my  Son, 
He  jhall  defray  what  thou  haft  done  s 
Shall  break  thy  head,  and  only  feel 
Thy  malice  raging  at  his  heel. 

5  [He  fpake,  and  bid  four  thoufand  years- 
Roll  on ;  at  length  his  Son  appears  ; 
Angels  with  joy  defcend  to  earth, 

And  fing  the  young  Redeemer's  birth. 

6  La,  by  the  fons  of  hell  he  dies ; 

But  as  he  hung  'twixt  earth  and  fkies> 
He  gave  their  prince  a  fatal  blow.] 
And  triumph'd  o'er  the  pow'rs  below.^ 

Br  m  n  CVIII.     Short  Metre. 
Chrift  unfeen  and  beloved,     t  Pet.  i.  SL. 
t  Ik  TOT  with  our  mortal  eyes 

1M    Have  we  beheld  the  Lord* 
Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name, 
And  love  him  in  his  word. 

2  On  earth  we  want  the  fight 

Of  our  Redeemer's  face  ; 
Yet,  Lord,  our  inmoft   thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 

3  And  when  wetafte  thy  love, 

Our  joys  divinely  grow 
Unfpeakable,  like  thofe  above, 
And  heav'n  begins  below-* 


382  HYMNS      JND  B.I. 

H  r  m  n    OX.     Long  Metre. 
The  value  of  Chrift   and  his  right  eoufnejs.     Phil. 

iii.  7,  8  9. 
2   "]VTO  more,  my  God,  I  boaft  no  more- 
X%|    Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done  ; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  truft  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name. 
What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  lofs  , 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  fhame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  crofs. 

3  Yes,  and  I  muft  and  will  efteem 
All  things  but  lofs  for  J  ejus'  fake  ; 
O  may  my  foul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteoufnefs  partake! 

4  The  beft  obedience  of  my  hands 
Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne  ; 
But  faith  can  anfwer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done* 


Hymn    CX.     Common  Metre. 
Death  and  immediate  glory.     2  Cor.  v.  1,5,  8. 

1  *npHERE  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands3 

X       Eternal  and  on  high, 
And  here  my  fpirit  waiting  ftands, 
'Till  God  (hall  bid  it  fly. 

2  Shortly  this  prifon  of  my  clay 

Muft  be  diflblv'd  and  fall ; 

Then,  O  my  foul,  with  joy  obey 

Thy  heav'nly  Father's  call. 

3  Tis  he,  by  his    almighty  grace, 

Who  form'd  thee  fit  for  heav'n  ; 
And  as  an  earneft  of  the  place, 
Has  his  own  Spirit  giv'n. 
a  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come* 
Faith  lives  upon  his  word; 


B.  I.         SPIRITUAL.  SONGS.  383 

But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 

We're  abfent  from  the  Lord. 

6  'Tispleafant  to  believe  thy  grace. 

But  we  had  rather  fee, 

We  would  be  abfent  from  the  flelh, 

And  prefent,  Lord,  with  thee. 

H  r  m  n    CXL    Common  Metre, 

Salvation  by  grace.     Titus  iii.   3,  7. 

£   [T    ORD,-we  confefs  ournum'rous  faults* 

I   j    How  great  our  guilt  has  been  ! 

Foolifh  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts, 

And  all  our  lives  were  fin. 

2  But,  O  my  foul,  for  ever  praife, 

For  ever  love  his  name, 
Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dang'rous  ways 
Of  folly,  fin,  and  fhame.] 

3  ['Tis  not  by  works  of  righteoufnefs 

Which  our  own  hands  have  done ; 
But  we  are  fav'd  by  fov'reign  grace, 
Abounding  through  his  Son.] 

4  'Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God 

That  all  our  hopes  begin  ; 
'Tis  by  the  water  and  the  blood 
Our  fouls  are  wafh'd  from  fin. 
.5  'Tis  thro'  the  purchafe  of  his  death 
Who  hung  upon  the  tree, 
The  Spirit  is  fent  down  to  breathe 
On  fuch  dry  bones  as  we. 

6  Rais'd  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew  $ 
And  juftify'd  by  grace, 
We  fhall  appear  in  glory  too, 
And  fee  our  Father's  face. 


384  HYMNS     AND  B.  h 

H  r  m  n    CXII.     Common  Metre. 

Vhe  brazen  ferpent :  or,  looking  to  Jefus.      John 

iii.  14 16. 

d   OO  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raife 
l5     The  brazen  ferpent  high  ; 
The  wounded  felt  immediate  eafe, 
The  camp  forbore  to  die. 
G.  Look  upward  in  the  dying  hour, 
And  li<ve,  the  prophet  cries  ; 
But  Chrift  performs  a  nobler  cure, 
When  faith  lifts  up  our  eyes. 
.3  High  on  the  crofs  the  Saviour  hung, 
High  in  the  heav'ns  he  reigns  : 
Here  finners,  by  th'  old  ferpent  flung, 
Look,  and  forget  their  pains. 
4  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  up, 
A  dying  world  revives  ; 
The  Jew  beholds  the  glorious  hope, 
I'll'  expiring  Gentile  lives. 

Hymn    CXIIL     Common  Metre. 
Abraham',*-  blejjing  on  the  Gentiles.     Gen.  xvii.  7* 

Rom.  xv.  8.     Mark  x.  14. 
a  TTOW  large  the  promife  !  how  divine, 
Xi     To  Abraham  and  his  feed  ! 
/'//  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
Supplying  all  their  need. 
£  The  words  of  this  extenfive  love 
From  age  to  age  endure  ; 
The  angel  of  the  cov'nant  proves, 
A::d  feals  the  blefiing  fure. 
2  Jefus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 
*Toour  great  fathers  giv'n  ; 
He  takes  yo:mg  children  to  his  arms, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 


B.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         38$ 

4  Out  God,  how  faithful  are  his  ways  ! 
His  love  endures  the  Tame ; 
Nor  from  the  promife  of  his  grace 
Blots  out  the  children's  name* 


Htmn    CXIV.     Common  Metre, 
The  fame.     Rom.  xi.  r6>  -17. 
:i   f~^  ENTILES  by  nature,  we  belong 
VJ?"     To  the  wild  olive  wood ; 
Grace  took  us  from  the  barren  tree, 
And  grafts  us  in  the  good. 

2  With  the  fame  bleffings  grace  endow? 

The  Gentile  as  the  Jew  ; 
If  pure  and  holy  be  the  root, 
Such  are  the  branches  too. 

3  Then  let  the  children  of  the  faints 

Be  dedicate  to  God  ; 
Pour  out  thy  Spirit  on  them,  Lord^ 
And  warn  them  in  thy  blood. 

4  Thus  to  the  parents  and  their  feed 

Shall  thy  falvation  come, 
And  num'rous  houfholds  meet  atiafi: 
In  one  eternal  home. 


Htmn    CXy.    Common  Metre. 
Conviftion  of  fin  by   t/is  law.     Romans  vii.   %>  95 

14,  24. 
t  ORD,  how  fecure  my  conference  was, 

I    j  And  felt  no  inward  dread  ! 
I  was  alive  without  the  law, 

And  thought  my-fins  were  dead. 
2  My  hopes  of  heav'n  were  firm  and  bright* 
But  fmce  the  precept  came 
With  a  convincing  pow'r  and  lights 
I  find  how  vile  I  am. 
I  i 


386  HYMNS  AND  B.  L 

3  [My  guilt  appeared  but  fmall  before, 
'Till  terribly  I  faw 
How  perfect,  holy,  juft  and  pure, 
Was  thine  eternal  law. 
3  Then  felt  my  foul  the  heavy  load, 
My  fins  reviv'd  again, 
I  had  provok'd  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  flain.J 

5  I'm  like  a  helplefs  captive  fold, 

Under  the  pow'r  of  fin  ; 
I  cannot  do  the  good  I  would, 
Nor  keep  my  confcience  clean. 

6  My  God,  I  cry  with  ev'ry  breath, 

Forfome  kind  pow'r  to  fave, 
To  break  the  yoke  of  fin  and  death, 
And  thus  redeem  the  flave. 

Hymn    CXVI.    Long  Metre. 
Lo~oe  to  God  and  our  neighbour.     Matth.  xxii. 
37-— —40. 
1  FTpHUS  faith  the  firft,  the  great  command, 
Jl     "  Let  all  thy  inward  pow'rs  unite 
"  To  love  thy  Maker  and  thy  God, 
**  With  utmoft  vigour  and  delight. 
2,  "  Then  mail  thy  neighbour  next  in  place 
"  Share  thine  affection  and  efteem, 
"  And  let  thy  kindnefs  to  thyfelf, 
*r  Meafure  and  rule  thy  love  to  him." 

3  This  is  the  fenfe  which  Mofes  fpoke, 
This  did  the  prophets  preach  and  prove  ; 
For  want  of  this  the  law  is  broke, 

And  the  whole  law's  fulfill'd  by  love. 

4  But  O  how  bale  our  paiTions  are  ! 
How  cold  our  charity  and  zeal ! 
Lord,  fill  our  fouls  with  heav'nly  fire, 
Or  we  ihall  ne'er  perform  thy  will. 


B.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         387 

Hymn    CXV1I.    Long  Metre. 

Elefiion  Jevereign  and  free.     Romans  ix.   21,   2-2,- 
23,   24. 

1  [T>EHOLD  the  potter  and  the  clay, 

J3  He  forms  his  vefiels  as  he  pleafe  ; 
Such  is  our  God;  and  fuch  are  we, 
The  fubjecls  of  his  juft  decrees. 

2  Doth  not  the  workman's  power  extend- 
O'er  all  the  mafs,  which  part  to  chufe^ 
And  mould  it  for  a  nobler  end, 

And  which  to  leave  for  viler  ufe.] 

3  May  not  the  fov'reign  Lord  on  high 
Difpenfe  hi&  favours  as  he  will, 
Chufe  fome  to  life,  while  others  die, 
And  yet  be  juft  and  gracious  ftill  ? 

4  [What  if  to  make  his  terrour  known, 
He  lets  his  patience  long  endure, 
SufPring  vile  rebels  to  go  on, 

And  leal  their  own  deftruction  fure  ? 

5  What  if  he  means  to  mow  his  grace, 
And  his  electing  love  employs 

To  mark  out  fome  of  mortal  race, 
And  form  them  fit  for  heav'nly  joys  ¥[ 

6  Shall  man  reply  againft  the  Lord, 
And  call  his  Maker's  ways  unjuft, 
The  thunder  of  whofe  dreadful  word 
Can  crufh  a  thoufand  worlds  to  duft  ? 

7  But,  O  my  foul,  if  truth  fo  bright 
Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy  fight, 
Yet  ftill  his  written  will  obey, 

And  wait  the  great  decifive  day. 

8  Then  he  fhall  make  his  juftice  known, 
And  the  whole  world,  before  his  throne, 
With  joy  or  terror  fhall  confefs 

The  glory  of  his  righteoufnefs* 


338  HYMNS  AND  B.  I 

Hymn     CXVIII.     Short  Metre. 
Mofes  and  Chrift  :  or,  Jin  again/}  the  la<w  and  gcrf- 
fel,   John  i.  17.Heb.iii.  3,  5,  6,  andx,  28,29. 
1.  npHE  law  by  Mofes  came, 

X     But  peace,  and  truthy  and  love, 
Were  brought  by  thrift,  a  nobler  nams, 
Defending  from  above. 

2  Amidft  the  houfe  of  God 

Their  difP rent  works  were  done  : 
Mofes  a  faithful,  fervant  flood, 
But  Chrifi  a  faithful  Son. 

3  Then  to  his  new  commands 

Be  ftrift  obedience  paid  ; 
O'er  alt  his  Father's  houfe  he  ftands 
The  Sovereign  and  the  Head* 

4  The  man  who  durft  defpife 

The  law  which  Mofes  brought, 
Behold  how  terribly  he  dies 

For  his  prefumptuous  fault : 

5  But  forer  vengeance  falls 

On  that  rebellious  race, 
Who  hate  to  hear  when  Jefus  calls, 
And  dare  refill  his  grace. 

H  r  m  n    CXIX.     Common  Metre. 

'The  different  fuccefs  of  the  gofpel.    1  Cor.  i.  23,  24- 

2  Cor.  ii.  15.  i  Cor.  iii.6,  7. 

1  /CHRIST  and  his  crofs  are  all  our  theme ; 
\^f    The  myfVries  that  we  fpeak, 

Are  fcandalin  the  Jew\  efteem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek : 

2  But  fouls  enlighten'd  from  above, 

With  joy  receive  the  word  ; 
They  fee  what  wifdom,  pow'r  and  lore 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 


13.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        3S9 

3  The  vital  favour  of  his  name 

Reftores  their  fainting  breath  5 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  fame 
To  guilt,  defpair,  and  death. 

4  'Till  God  diiFufe  his  graces  down, 

Like  fhow'rs  of  heav'nly  rain, 
In  vain  Apollos  fows  the  ground, 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

Hymn    CXX.     Common  Metre. 
Faith  of  things  unfeen.     Heb.  xi.  I,  3,8,  10V 

1  TT'AITH  is  the  brighteft  evidence 
\j     Of  things  beyond  our  fight, 
Breaks  thro'  the  clouds  of  flefti  and  fenfc^ 

And  dwells  in  heav'nly  light ; 

2  Itfets  time  paftin  prefentview,, 

Brings  diftant  profpe&s  home, 
Of  things  a  thoufand  years  ago, 
Or  thoufand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith  we  know  the  worlds  were  made 

By  God's  almighty  word ; 
Abrab'm  to  unknown  countries  led, 
By  faith  obey'd  the  Lord. 

4  He  fought  a  city  fair  and  high, 

Built  by  th'  eternal  hands ; 
And  faith  affures  us,  tho'  we  die,. 
That  heav'nly  building  flands. 

H  r  m  n    CXXI.     Common  Metre. 
Children  devoted  to  God.     Gen  xvii.  7,  10*- 

A&s  xvi.  14,  15,  33. 
(For  thofe  who  pracYife  Infant  Baptifm.): 
1  ry^HUS  faith  the  mercy  of  the  LoEd, 
X    "  I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  ; 
lis. 


390  HYMNS  AND  B.  I 

"  I'll  blefs  thy  num'rous  rac€~~ and  they 
"  Shall  be  a  feed  for  me." 

2  Abraham  believ'd  the  promised  grace, 

And  gave  his  fons  to  God  ; 
But  water  feals  the  blefiing  now, 
Which  once  was  feal'd;  with  blood. 

3  Thus,  Lydia  fan&ify'd  her  houfe, 

When  ihe  receiv'd  the  word  ; 
Thus  the  believing  jaylor  gave 
His  houfhold  to  the  Lord. 

4  Thus  later  faints,  eternal  King, 

Thine  ancient  truth  embrace  ; 
To  thee,  their  infant  offspring  bring* 
And  humbly  claim  the  grace. 


Hymn     CXXII.     Long  Metre. 
Belie-vers   buried  <vjith   Chrift  in  bapiifm.     Roms 

vi.  3,  4,  &.c. 
i   TP\0  we  not  know  that  folemn  word, 
\_J  That  we  are  bury'd  with  the  Lord  3, 
Baptiz'd  into  his  death,  and  then 
Put  off  the  body  of  our  fin  ? 

2  Our  fouls  receive  diviner  breath, 
Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt  and  death  : 
So  from  the  grave  did  Chrift  arife, 

And  lives  to  God  above  the  fides. 

3  No  more  let  fin  or  Satan  reign 
Over  our  mortal  rlefh  again  ; 
The  various  luffs  we  ferv'd  before, 
Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more. 


B 


H  r  m  n    CXX1IL    Common  Metre. 
The  repenting  prod/gal.  Luke  xv.  13,  &c. 
EHOLD  the  wretch  whofe  Juft  and  Wine 
Jrlas  wafted  bis  eft  ate* 


H.  I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         391 

He  begs  a  fhare  among  thefwine, 
To  tafte  the  hufks  they  eat. 

2  "  I  die  with  hunger  here,"  he  cries,- 

"  I  ftarve  in  foreign  lands ; 
*c  My  father's  houfe  has  large  fupplie^ 
"  And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 

3  "  I'll  go,  and  with  a  mournful  tongue 

"  Fall  down  before  his  face ; 
"  Father,  I've  done  thy  juftice  wrongs 

"  Nor  can  deferve  thy  grace." 
4.  He  f?.id,  and  haften'd  to  his  home, 

To  feek  his  father's  love  - 
The  father  faw  the  rebel  come, 

And  all  his  bowels  move. 

5  He  ran  and  fell  upon  his  neck, 

Embrac'd  and  kifs'd  his  fon  ; 
The  rebel's  hesrt  with  forrow  brake 
For  follies  he  had  done.. 

6  "  Take  oif  his  clothes  of  ihameand  firr, 

(The  father  gives  command) 
«-'  Drefs  him  in  garments  white  and  clearly 
«<  With  rings  adorn  his  hand. 

7  "  A  day  of  feafting  I  ordain, 

"  Let  mirth  and  joy  abound  : 

"  My  fon  was  dead,  and  lives  again, 

"  Was  loft  and  now  is  found." 

Hymn    CXXIV.     Long  Metre. 
Thefrji  and  fecend  Adam.,      Rom.  v.  12,  &c. 
1   T^EE?  in  the  dufl  before  thy  throne, 
JLJ*  Our  guilt  and  our  difgracc  we  own  ; 
Great  Go.:,  we  own  th3  unhappy  name 
Whence  fprung  our  nature  and  our  fhame  ! 
%  Adom  the  finner  :   at  his  fall 

Death  like  a  conou'ror  feiz'd  us  all  ; 


392  HYMNS  AND  B.  L 

A  thoufand  new-born  babes  are  dead 
By  fatal  union  to  their  head. 

3  But  while  our  fpirits  fill'd  with  awe, 
Behold  the  terrours  of  thy  law, 

We  fing  the  honours  of  thy  grace, 
Which  fent  to  fave  our  ruin'd  race* 

4  We  fing  thine  everlafting  Son, 
Who  join'd  our  nature  to  his  own  r 
Jdam  the  fecond,  from  the  duft 
Raifes  the  ruins  of  the  firft. 

5  [By  the  rebellion  of  one  man, 
Through  all  his  feed  the  mifchief  ran; 
And  by  one  man's  obedience  now 
Are  all  his  feed  made  righteous  too. 

6  Where  fin  did  reign,  and  death  abound, 
There  have  the  fonsof  Adam  found 
Abounding  life  ;  there  glorious  grace 
Reigns  thro*  the  Lord  ourrighteoufnefs.] 

H  r  m  n    CXXV.     Common  Metre. 

Chrift'j  compajjton  to  the  weak  and  tempted.  Hebr 
far.  15,  16.  and  v.  9.     Matth.  xii.  20. 

2  TT7 ITH joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
V  V      Of  our  High  Prieft  above  : 
His  heart  is  made  of  tendernefs, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touch'd  with  a  fympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  fore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  fame*. 

3  But  fpotlefs,  innocent  and  pure 

The  great  Redeemer  flood, 
While  Satan's,  fiery  darts  he  bore, 
And  did  refill  to  blood,  ^ 

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4  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flefe 

Pour'd  oat  his  cries  and  tears, 
And  in  his  meafure  feels  afrefh 
What  ev'ry  member  bears. 

5  [He'll  never  quench  the  fmoaking  Sbx> 

But  raiie  it  to  a  flame  :. 
The  bruifed  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  fcorns  rhemeaneft  name.] 

6  Then  let  our  humble  faith  addrefs 

His  mercy  and  his  pow'r, 
We  mall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace? 
In  the  diftremng  hour. 

Hymn    CXXVL    Long  Metre. 
Charity  and  unchariiablenefs.    Rom.  xiv.  17,-19* 
1  Cor.  x.  32. 

1  ^TOT  diffrent  food,  nor  diiFrent  drefs 
JLN    Compofe  the  kingdom  of  our  Lord  % 
But  peace  and  joy,  and  righteoufnefs* 
Faith,  and  obedience  to  bis  word, 

2  When  weaker  Chriftians  we  defpife^ 
We  do  the  gofpel  mighty  wrong; 
For  God  the  gracious  and  the  wife, 
Receives  the  feeble  with  the  ftrong. 

3  Let  pride  and  wrath  be  banim'd  hence* 
Meeknefs  and  love  our  fouls  purfue, 
Nor  fnall  our  practice  give  offence 

To  faints,  the  Gentile  or  the  Je-uu, 

H  tmn    CXXVIL     Long  Metre. 
ChrifVj-  invitation  to /inner  s  :-  or,  humility  and  pride*. 

Matth.  xi.  28 30. 

1  "/"^OME  hither  all  ye  weary  fouls, 
\_s   Ye  heavy  laden  fmners  come, 
I'll  give  you  reft  from  ail  your  toils, 
And  raife  you  to  my  heav'nly  home, 


394-  HYMNS  AND  B.  L 

2  They  (hall  find  reft  who  learn  of  me, 
I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  ; 
But  pafHon  Fages  like  the  fea, 

And  pride  is  reftlefs  as  the  wind. 

3  Blefs'd  is  the  man  whofe  moulders  take 
My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight  ; 

4  My  yokeiseafy  to  his  neck, 
My  grace  (hail  make  the  burden  light,*' 

4  Jejits,  we  come  at  thy  command, 
With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Refign  our  fpirits  to  thy  hand, 

To  monld  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

Hymn    CXXVIII.     Long  Metre. 

Tbi  apoftle'j  commijfion  :    or,  the  go/pel  attejied  By 

miracles.     Mark  xvi.  15.  Mat.  xxviii.  18,  &c. 

i  "  /^1  O  preach  my  gofpel,  faith  the  Lord, 
VJT  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive-, 

He  (hall  be  fav'd  who  trufts  my  word  ; 

He  (hall  be  damn'd  who  won't  believe. 
z  [I'll  make  your  great  commkTion  known* 

And  ye  mall  prove  my  gofpel  true, 

By  all  the  works  which  I  have  done, 

By  all  the  wonders  ye  fhall  do. 

3  Go  heal  the  fick,  go  raife  the  dead, 
Go  caft  out  devils  in  my  name  ; 
Nor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid, 

Tho'  Greeks  reproach,  and  Jews  blafpheme.] 

4  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands, 
I'm  with  you  'till  the  world  (hall  end  ; 
All  pow'r  is  trufled  in  my  hands, 

I  can  deftroy,  and  I  defend." 

5  He  fpafa,  and  light  jbone  round  his  hec.dy 
On  a  brisk  cloud  to  bea-v'n  he  rode  j 


B.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         39S 

They  to  ihefurthefi  nations  fpread 
The  grace  of  their  afccndcd  God. 


H  r  m  n    CXXIX.    Long  Metre. 

SubmiJJion  and  deliverance  :   or,  Abraham  offering 
his/on.     Gen.  xxii.  6,  Sec. 

i   Q  AINTS,   at  your  heav'nly  Father's  worda 
JJ5  Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord  i 
He  mall  reftore  what  you  reiigri. 
Or  grant  you  blelfmgs  more  divine. 

■2  So  Abraham  with  obedient  hand 
Led  forth  his  fori  at  God's  command  ; 
The  wood,  the  fire,  the  knife  he  took, 
His  arm  prepared  the  dreadful  itroke. 

3  Abrah'm,/or£^r,  the  angel  cry'd, 
Thy  faith  is  known,  thy  love  is  tryd  ; 
Thy  /on  Jhali  live,  and  in  thy  feed 
Shall  the.  whole  earth  be  blefid  indeed. 

4  Jult  in  the  laft  diftreffing  hour 
The  Lord  difplays  delivering  pow'r  ; 
The  mount  of  danger  is  the  place, 
Where  we  fhall  fee  iurprifing  grace. 

Hymn    CXXX.     Long  Metre. 

Love  and  hatred.     Philip,  ii.  2.  Eph.  iv.  30,  &c, 

1   "X  TOW  by  the  bowels  of  my  Go-i, 

L^    His  fharp  diftrefs,  his  fore  complaints^ 
By  his  laft  groans,  his  dying  blood, 
I  charge  my  foul  to  love  the  faints. 

.2  Clamour  and  wrath,  and  war  be  gone, 
Envy  and  fpite  for  ever  ceafe, 
Let  bitter  words  no  more  be  known 
Among  the  faints,  the  fons  of  peace. 

3  The  Spirit  like  a  peaceful  dove, 
<Flies  from  the  realms  of  noifeand  ftrife  ; 


3g6  HYMNS  AND  B.  I 

Why  Should  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love, 
Who  feals  our  fouls  to  heav'nly  life  ? 
4  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts, 
Thro'  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run  : 
So  God  forgives  our  num'rous  faults, 
For  the  dear  fake  vfChriji  his  Son, 

HrMV    CXXXL    Long  Metre. 
The  Pharifee   13   Publican.     Luke  xviii.  10,  &C 
i    |3EHOLDhow  finners  difagree, 

13  The  Publican  and  Pharifee  ; 

One  cloth  his  righteoufnefs  proclaim, 

The  other  owns  his  guilt  and  fhame. 
±  This  man  at  humble  diftance  ftands, 

And  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands  ; 

That  boldly  rifes  near  the  throne, 

And  talks  of  duties  he  has  done. 

3  The  Lord  their  difPrent  longuage  knows, 
And  difPrent  anfwers  he  beftows  ; 

The  humble  foul  with  grace  he  crowns, 
While  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns. 

4  Dear  Father,  let  me  never  be 
Join'd  with  the  boafting  Pharifee, 
I  have  no  merits  of  my  own, 

But  plead  the  fufPrings  of  thy  Son- 

H  r  m  n    CXXXII.     Long  Metre. 
Holinefs  and  grace.     Tit.  ii.  10,  13. 

g  QO  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs 
O  The  holy  gofpel  we  profefs ; 
So  let  out  works  and  virtues  fhine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  mail  we  beft  proclaim  abroad 
The  honours  of  our  Saviour  God  ; 
When  the  falvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  fubdues  thepow'r  of  fin. 


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3  Our  flefh  and  fenfe  rrrafVbe  deny'd, 
Pafiion  and  envy,  lull  and  pride  : 

While  juilice,  temp'rance,  truth  and  love3 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  fpirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  bleffed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  ftands  leaning  on  his  word. 

Hr  m  n    CXXXIIL  Common  Metre, 
Love  and  charity.     1  Cor.  xii.  2 — 7,  1  j, 
4   X    ET  Pharifees  of  high  efteem, 
1    a  Their  faith  and  zeal  declare, 
All  their  religion  is  a  dream, 
If  love  be  wanting  there. 

2  Love  fuffers  long  with  patient  eye, 

Nor  is  provok'd  in  hafte, 

She  lets  the  prefent  injury  die, 

And  long  forgets  the  paft. 

3  [Malice  and  rage,  thofe  fires  of  hell, 

She  quenches  with  her  tongue  ; 
Hopes  and  believes,  and  thinks  no  illp 
Tho*  Ihe  endures  the  wrong.] 

4  [She  ne'er  defires  norfeeks  to  know 

The  fcandals  of  the  time ; 
Nor  looks  with  pride  on  thofe  below, 

Nor  envies  thofe  who  climb.] 
§  She  lays  her  own  advantage  by, 

To  feek  her  neighbour's  good : 
So  God's  own  Son  came  down  to  die, 

And  bought  our  lives  with  blood. 
.6  Love  is  the  grace  that  keeps  her  pow'r 

In  all  the  realms  above  ; 
There  faith  and  hope  are  known  no  more- 

But  faints  for  ever  love. 


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398  HYMNS    AND  B.I.  ? 

Hymn    CXXXIV.     Long  Metre. 
Religion   vain  without  love.     I  Cor. -xiii.  i,  2,  3 
I   "T  TAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 

XX  And  nobler fpeech  than  angels  ufe, 

If  love  be  abfent,  I  am  found 

X-ike  tinkling  brafs,  an  empty  found. 
3.  Were  I  infpir'd  to  preach  and  tell 

All  that  is  done  in  heav'n  and  hell  ; 

Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 

Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  diftribute  all  my  ftore 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor, 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 
To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name*— 

4  If  love  to  God,  and  love  to  men 
Be  abfent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain  ; 
T^or  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fi'ry  zeal, 
The  works  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 


Hymn    CXXXV.  Long  Metre. 

1'he  love  of  Chrift.  jhed  abroad  in  the  heart. — 
Eph.  iii.  16,  &c. 
I.  ^lOME,  deareft  Lord,  defcend  and  dwell, 

V_^  By  faith  and  love  in  ev'ry  breaft  ; 

Then  fhall  we  know,  and  tafte,  and  feel 

The  joys  which  cannot  be  exprefs'd. 
3  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  ftrength, 

Make  our  enlarged  fouls  pofTefs, 

And  learn  the  height,  the  breadth,  and  length 

Of  thine  unmeafurable  grace. 
3  Now  to  the  God  whofe  pow'r  can.  do 

More  than  our  thoughts  or  wifhes  know, 

Be  everlafting  honours  done 

By  all  the  chqrch  through  Qhriji  his  Son. 


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Hymn    CXXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

Sincerity  and  hypocrijy  :  or,  formality  in  <worJhip* 

John  iv.  23.     Pfalm  cxxxix.  23,  24. 

1  /^l  OD  is  a  Spirit  juft  and  wife, 
\JT  He  fees  our  inmoft  mind  ; 
In  vain  to  heav'n  we  raife  our  cries, 

And  leave  our  fouls  behind. 

2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne, 

With  honour  can  appear  : 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 
Through  the  difguife  they  wear.- 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  falute  the  Ikies, 

Their  bending  knees  the  ground  y 
But  God  abhors  the  facrifice, 
Where  not  the  heart  is  foun<£ 

4  Lord,  fearch  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  ways* 

And  make  my  foul  fmcere  ; 
Then  Ihall  I  ftand  before  th)  face,. 
And  find  acceptance  there. 

Hymn    CXXXVII.    Long   Metre. 
Salvation    by  grace   in  Chrift.       2  Tim.  i.  9,  IO» 

1  1VT°W  to  the  pow'r  of  God  fupreme, 
.JL\|    Be  everlafting  honours  giv'n, 

He  faves  from  hell  (we  blefs  his  name) 
He  calls  our  wand'ring  feet  to  heav'n. 

2  Not  for  our  duties  or  deferts, 
But  of  his  own  abundant  grace, 
He  works  falvation  in  our  hearts, 
And  forms  a  people  for  his  praife. 

3  'Twas  his  own  purpofe  that  begun 
To  refcue  rebels  doom'd  to  die  ; 
He  gave  us  grace  in  Chrift  his  Son, 
Before  he  fpread  the  ftarry  fky. 


*4oa  HYMNS    AND  B.I.  ml 

4  Jefus  the  Lord*  appears  at  laft,  , .-. 
And  makes  his  Father's  counfels  knowm  j. 
Declares  the  great  tranfa&ions  pafs'd, 

And  brings  immortal  bleflings  down. 

5  He  dies !  and  in  that  dreadful  night 
Did  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell  deftroy  : 
Rifing,  he  brought  our  heav'n  to  light, 
And  took  poflellion  of  the  joy. 

Hymn    CXXXVIIL     Common  Metre. 
Saints  in  the  hands  of Chrift.     John  x.  28,  29. 
i  TT*IRM  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  ftands, 
±J    My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  trull ;. 
If  I  am  found  in  Jefus'  hands, 
My  foul  can  ne'er  be  loft. 
1  His  honour  is  engag'd  to  fave 
The  meaneft  of  his  fheep  ; 
All  that  his  heav'nly  Father  gave, 
His  hands  fecurely  keep. 
3  Nor  death,  nor  hell,  fhall  e'er  remove 
His  fav'rites  from  his  breaft  ; 
In  the  dear  bofom  of  his  love, 
They  muft  for  ever  reft. 

Hymn     CXXXIX.     Long  Metre. 

Hope  in  the  covenant :  or,  God's  promife   and  truth 

unchangeable.     Heb.  vi.  17 — 19. 

1  T  TOW  oft  have  fin  and  Satan  ftrove 
XJl  To  rend  my  foul  from  thee,  my  God! 
But  everlafting  is  thy  love, 
And  Jefus  feals  it  with  his  blood. 

2  The  oath  and  promife  of  the  Lord, 
Join  to  confirm  the  wond'rous  grace; 
Eternal  pow'r  performs  the  word, 
And  fills  all  heav'n  with  endlefs  praife. 


!3. 1.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         40* 

3  Amidft  temptations  fharp  and  long, 
My  foul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies  ; 
Hope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  ftrong, 
While  tempefts  blow,  and  billows  rife. 

4  The  gofpel  bears  my  fpirits  up  ; 
A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope, 
In  oaths,  and  promifes,  and  blood. 

Hymn    CXL.    Common  Metre. 

A  living  and  a  dead  faith.       Colletfed from  federal 
fcriptures. 

1  "jl  yflSTAKEN  fouls  !  who  dream  of  heav'nj 
jLVa     And  make  their  empty  boaft 

Of  inward  joys,  and  fins  forgiv'n, 
While  they  are  Haves  to  luft.- 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  : 
None  but  a  living  pow'r  unites 
To  Cbrifl,  the  living  Head. 
3.  Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  hearty 
Tis  faith  that  works  by  love  j 
That  bids  all  finful  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hel!> 

By  a  celeftial  pow'r  ; 
This  is  the  grace  which  ftiall  prevail- 
In  the  decifive  hour.. 

5  [Faith  mull  obey  her  Father's'  will,- 

As  well  as  truft  his  grace  ; 
A  pard'ning  God  is  jealous  ftillj 
For  his  own  holinefs. 

6  When  from  the  curfe  he  fets  us  free. 

He  makes  our  natures  clean, 
Nor  would  he  fend  his-Son  to  be 
The  minifter  of  fin. 
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402  HYJVftTS  AND  B.  L 

7  His  Spirit  purifies  our  frame, 

And  feals  our  peace  with  God  : 
Jefus,  and  his  falvation  came 
By  water  and  by  blood.] 
■  — ■■  i 
Hymn    CXLI.     Short  Metre. 
The  humiliation  and  exaltation  o/Qhlut.     Ifa.liii. 
1 — 5,    10 — 12. 

1  T  T  7  HO  has  believ'd  thy  word, 

V  V      Or  thy  falvation  known  £ 
Reveal  thine  arm,  almighty  Lord,. 
And  glorify  thy  Son. 

2  The  Jews  efteem'd  him  here 

Too  mean  for  their  belief ; 

Sorrows  his  chief  acquaintance  were* 

And  his  companion,  grief. 

3  They  turn'd  their  eyes  away, 

And  treated  him  with  fcorn  ; 
But  'twas  their  grief  upon  him  lay,. 
Their  forrows  he  has  borne. 

4  'Twas  for  the  ftubborn  Jews, 

And  Gentiles  then  unknown, 
The  God  of  juftice  pleas'd  to  bruife 
His  beft-beloved  Son. 

5  "  But  I'll  prolong  his  days, 

And  make  his  kingdom  ftarid  ; 
My  pleafure  (faith  the  God  of  grace) 
Shall  profper  in  his  hand. 

6  [His  joyful  foul  fhall  fee 

The  purchafe  of  his  pain, 

Andlby  his  knowledge,  juftify 

The  guilty  fons  of  men.} 

7  [Ten  thoufand  captive  flaves, 

Releas'd  from  death  and  fin, 
Shall  quit  their  prifons  and  their  graves, 
And  own  his  pow'r  divine.] 


I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS..         40$ 

8  [Heav'n  mail  advance  my  Son 

To  joys  which  earth  deny'd  ; 
Who  faw  the  follies  men  had  done, 

And  bore  their  fins  and  dy'd."J 

Hymn    CXLII.    Short  Metre. 
The  fame.   Ifa.  liii.  6 — 9 — 12. 
i   T    IKE  ftieep  we  went  aftray, 

j    j    And  broke  the  fold  of  God,. 
Each  wand'ring  in  a  diff 'rent  way, 
But  all — the  downward  road. 

2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour, 

When  God  our  wand'rings  laid;. 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head  1 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace, 

When  Cbrift  fuftajn'd  the  ftroke  1 
His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays 
A  ranfom  for  the  flock. 

4  His  honour  and  his  breath 

Were  taken  both  away  ; 
Join'd  with  the  wicked  in  his  death* 
And  made  as  vile  as  they. 

5  But  God  fhall  raife  his  head 

O'er  all  the  fons  of  men  ; 
And  make  him  fee  a  num'rous  feed* 
To  recompenfe  his  pain. 

6  "  I'll  give  him,  faith  the  Lord, 

A  portion  with  the  ftrong  ; 
He  (hati  ponefs  a  large  reward, 
And  hold  his  honours  long." 

H  r  m  n     CXLIII.     Common  Metre, 
Characters  of  the  children  of  God. 
From  federal  fcriptures. 
I      AS  new  born  babes  defire  the  breaft, 
XJL      To  feed,  and  grow,  -and  thrive  $     _j 


404  HYMNS    AND  B.I. 

So  faints  with  joy  the  gofpel  tafte> 
And  by  the  gofpel  live. 

2  [With  inward  guft  their  heart  approves 

All  which  the  word  relates  f 
They  love  the  men  their  father  loves, 
And  hate  the  work  he  hates.] 

3  [Not  all  the  flatt'ring  baits  on  earth, 

Can  make  them  flaves  to  hift, 
They  can't  forget  their  heavily  birth, 
Nor  grovel  in  the  duft. 

4  Not  all  the  chains  which  tyrants  yfe. 

Can  bind  their  fouls  to  vice  : 
Faith,  likea  conqu'ror,  can  produce 
A  thoufand  victories.] 

5  [Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  feed, 

Abides  and  reigns  within  ; 
Immortal  principles  forbid 
The  fons  of  God  to  fin.] 

6  [Not  by  the  terrours  of  a  flave 

Do  they  perform  his  will, 
But  with  the  noblefl  pow'rs  they  have., 
His  fweet  commands  fulfil.] 

7  They  find  accefs  at  ev'ry  hour, 

To  God  within  the  vail ; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quick'nirig  pow'r, 
And  joys  which  never  fail, 

8  O  happy  fouls  !  O  glorious  flare- 

Of  over-flowing  grace  ! 
To  dwell  fo  near  their  Father's  feat> 
And  fee  his  lovely  face  ! 

9  Lord,  I  addrefs  thy  heav'nly  throne  : 

Call  me  a  child  of  thine  ; 
•Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 
io  There  filed  thy  choiceft  love  abroad* 
And  mjike  my  comforts  ftrong  j. 


I.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         40$. 

Then  mall  I  fay,  My  Father,  God, 
With  an  unwav'ring  tongue. 

Hr  m  n    CXLIV.     Common  Metre. 
The  witnejjing  and fialing  Spirit.      Rom.  viii.  14. 

16.     Eph.  i.  13, 14- 
i   x  tt  THY  mould  the  children  of  a  King, 
VV    Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter,  defcend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace.. 

2  Doft  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  faints, 

And  feal  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ? 
When  wilt  thou  banim  my  complaints, 
And  mow  my  fins  forgiv'n  ? 

3  Afiure  my  confcience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  thy  witnefs  with  my  heart, 

That  I  am  born  of  God. 
4.  Thou  art  the  earned  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
And  thy  foft  wings,  celeftial  Dove, 

Will  fafe  convey  me  home. 

Hymn    CXLV.    Common  Metre. 
Christ  and  Aaron.      From  Heb.  vii.  9. 

1  cyESUS,  in  thee,  our  eyes  behold 
J      A  thoufand  glories  more     <. 
Than  the  rich  gems  and  polifh'd  gold, 

The  fons  of  Jar  or.  wore. 

2  They  nrft  their  own  burnt  off  rings  brought 

To  purge  themfelves  from  fm  ; 
Thy  life  was  pure  without  afpot,. 
And  all  thy.  nature  clean. 

3  [Frelh  blood,  as  conftant  as  the  day> 

Was  on  their  altar  fpilt ; 


4Q6  HYMNS    AND  B.  L 

But  thy  one  offering  takes  away 
For  ever  ail  our  guilt.  ~\ 

4  [Their  priefthood  ran  through  fev'ral  hands. 

For  mortal  was  their  race  ; 
*Thy  never-changing  office  ft ands, 
Eternal  as  thy  days.} 

5  [Once,  in  the  circuit  of  a  year, 

With  blood,  but  not  his  own, 
Aaron  within  the  vail  appears 
Before  the  golden  throne. 

6  But  Chrift  hy  his  own  powerful  blood* 

Afcends  above  thejkies, 
Andy  in  the  prefence  of  our  God, 
Shows  his  own  facrifice.~\ 

7  7efus>  tne  King  of  glory,  reigns, 

On  Zion\  heav'nly  hill  ; 
Looks  like  a  Lamb  which  has  been  (lain, 

And  wears  his  priefthood  ftill. 
$  He  ever  lives  to  intercede 

Before  his  Father's  face  : 
Give  him,  my  foul,  thy  caufe  to  plead, 

Nor  doubt  thy  Father's  grace. 

Hymn    CXLVL    Long  Metre. 

Characters  of  Christ,  harrowed  from  inanimate 
things  in  fcripture. 

2  /  1  O,  worfhip  at  ImtnanuePs  feet, 

V_X  See,  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet ! 
Earth  is  too  narrow  to  exprefs 
His  worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace. 
-  [The  whole  creation  can  afford 
But  fome  faint  (hadows  of  my  Lord; 
Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known, 
Muft  mingle  colours  not  her  own.] 

3  [Is  he  compar'd  to  wine  or  bread  ? 
Dear  Lord,  our  fouls  would  thus  be  fed  : 


B.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         407 

That  flefti,  that  dying  blood  of  thine, 
Is  bread  of  life,  is  heav'nly  wine.] 

4  [Is  he  a  tree?   The  world  receives 
Salvation  from  his  healing  leaves  : 

That  righteous  branch,  that  fruitful  bough, 
Is  David**  root  and  offspring  too.] 

5  [Is  he  a  rofe  ?  Not  Sharon  yields 
Such  fragrancy  in  all  her  fields : 
Or  if  the  lilly  he  afiume, 

The  vallies  blefs  the  rich  perfume.] 

6  [Is  he  a  vine  ?  His  heav'nly  root 
Supplies  the  boughs  with  life  and  fruit : 
O  let  a  lafting  union  join 

My  foul  to  Ckriftfiiz  living  vine  !] 

7  [Is  he  the  head?  Each  member  lives, 
And  owns  the  vital  pow'rs  he  gives  ; 
The  faints  below,  and  faints  above, 
Join'd  by  his  Spirit  and  his  love.] 

8  [Is  he  a  fountain  ?  There  I  bathe, 
And  heal  the  plague  of  fin  and  death  : 
Thefe  waters  all  my  foul  renew, 

And  cleanfemy  fpotted  garments  too.] 

9  [Is  he  a  fire  ?  He'll  purge  my  drofs  : 
But  the  true  gold  fuftains  no  lofs ; 
Like  a  refiner  mall  he  fit, 

And  tread  the  refufe  with  brs  feet.5] 

10  [Is  he  a  rock  ?  How  firm  he  proves ! 
The  Rock  of  ages  never  moves  : 

Yet  the  fweet  ftreams  which  from  him  nW-i 
Attend  us  all  the  defart  through.] 

1 1  [Is  he  a  way  ?  He  leads  to  God, 
The  path  is  -drawn  in  lines  of  blood : 
There  would  I  walk  with  hopeand  zeal? 
'Till  I  arrive  at  Zion's  hill.] 

12  [Is  he  a  door  ?  I'll  enter  in-; 
SehokUhe  paitures  large,  and.  green  ; 


4o8  HYMNS    AND  B.  I 

A  paradife  divinely  fair, 

None  but  the  fheep  have  freedom  there] 

13  [Is  he  defign'd  a  corner-ftone, 
For  men  to  build  their  heav'n  upon  ? 
I'll  make  him  my  foundation  too, 
Nor  fear  the  plots  of  hell  below.] 

14  [Is  he  a  temple  ?  I  adore 

Th'  indwelling  mrjefty  and  pow'r  ; 
And  ftill  to  his  moft  holy  place, 
Whene'er  I  pray,  I  turn  my  face.] 

15  [Is  he  a  ftar  ?  He  breaks  the  might, 
Piercing  the  fhades  with  dawning  light ! 
I  know  his  glories  from  afar, 

I  know  the  bright,  the  Morning-Star.] 

16  [Is  he  a  fun  ?  His  beams  are  grace, 
His  courfe  is  joy  and  righteoufnefs  : 
Nations  rejoice  when  he  appears 

To  chafe  their  clouds  and  dry  their 'tears.] 

1 7  [O  let  me  climb  thofe  higher  fkies, 
Where  ftorms  and  darknefs  neverrife  ; 
There  he  difpkys  his  pow'rs  abroad, 

And  mines  and  reigns  th'  incarnate  God.' 

18  Nor  earth,  nor  feas,  nariun,  nor  ft; 
Nor  heav'n  his  full  reicmbknee  bear 
His  beauties  we  can  never  trace, 
"Till  we  behold  him  face  to  face. 


Hymn    CXLVIL*   Long  Metre. 
SThe  names  and  tides  of  ChrSt>     From  federal  fcri}- 
tures. 

1  JnpIS  from  the  treafure  of  his  word, 

X    I  borrow  titles  for  my  Lord  ; 
Nor  art  nor  nature  can  fupply 
Sufficient  forms  of  majefty. 

2  bright  image  of  his  Father's  face, 
Shining-with  undiminiuVd  rays ; 


B,  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         4D9 

Th'  eternal  God's  eternal  Son, 
The  heir  and  partner  of  his  throne.] 

3  The  King  of  kings,  the  Lord  moft  high, 

Writes  his  own  name  upon  his  thigh, 

He  wears  a  garment  dipp'd  in  blood, 

And  breaks  the  nations  with  his  rod. 

4  Where  grace  can  neither  melt  nor  move, 
The  Lamb  refents  his  injur'd  love, 
Awakes  his  wrath  without  delay, 
And  Judak's  lion  tears  the  prey. 

5  But  when  for  works  of  peace  he  comes, 
What  winning  titles  he  afTumes  \ 
Light  of  the  <voorldj  and  life  of  men  : 

Nor  bears  thofe  characters  in  vain* 
With  tender  pity  in  his  heart, 
He  ads  the  Mediator's  part ; 
A  friend  and  broth ?r  he  appears, 
And  well  fulfils  the  names  he  wears* 
At  length  the  Judge  hjfc throne  afcends* 
Divides  the  rebels  from  his  friends, 
And  faJsfta  fn*  full  fruition  pr^pve 
His  rich  v'arietv-of  love.  , 

,     11      — 

**    CMJVnL    Particular  Metre, 
.  The  fame.. 
TX7ITt! "cheerful voice  Ifing 
VV      -The  tides- of  my  Lord, 
And  borrow  all  the  names 
Of  honour  fronitfus  word : 
Nature  arid  art 
Can  ne'er  fupply 
Sufficient  forms 
Of  majefty. 
2  In  Jefus  we  behold 
His  Father's  glorious  face*.  4 
LI 


410  HYMNS  AND  B.  L 

Shining  for  ever  bright 
With  mild  and  lovely  rays  : 

Th»  eternal  God's 

Eternal  Son, 

Inherits  and 

Partakes  the  throne.] 

3  The  fov'reign  King  ofkingt, 
The  Lord  of  Urds  moft  high, 
Writes  his  own  name  upon 
His  garment  and  his  thigh  : 

His  name  is  call'd 
The  Word  of  God, 
He  rules  the  earth 
With  iron  rod. 

4  Where  promifes  and  grace 
Can  neither  melt  nor  move, 
The  angry  Lambrefents 
Th*  injuries  of  his  love  ; 

Awakes  his  wrath 
Without  delay, 
As  lions  roar, 
And  tear  the  prey. 

£  But  when  for  works  of  peace. 
The  great  Redeemer  comes, 
What  gentle  characters, 
What  titles  he  affumes  ! 

Light  of  the  world, 

And 'life  cf  'men  : 

Nor  will  he  bear 

Thofe  names  in  vain. 

G  Immenfe  compaflion  reigns 
Jn  our  Immanuel's  heart, 
When  he  defcends  to  acl: 
A  Mediator's  part. 
He  is  a  friend, 
And  brother  too  : 


B.I.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         41?: 

Divinely  kind, 

Divinely  true. 
7  At  length  the  Lord,  the  Judge  9 
His  awful  throne  afcends, 
And  drives  the  rebels  far 
From  favourites  and  friends. 

Then  (hall  the  faints 

Completely  prove 

The  heights  and  depths 

Of  all  his  love. 


Hymn    CXLIX.     Long  Metre, 
The  offices  c/'Chrifh     From  federal  jcripiv.rei^ 

2  TOIN  all  the  names  of  love  and  pow'r, 
J    That  ever  men  or  angels  bore, 

All  are  too  mean  to  fpeak  his  worth, 
Or  fet  Immcmuel\  glory  forth. 
2.  But  O  what  condescending  "Ways, 
He  takes  to  teach  his  heav'nly  grace ! 
My  eyes  with  joy  and  wonder  fee 
What  forms  of  love  he  bears  for  me. 

3  [The  Angel  of  the  covenant  Hands 
With  his  commiflion  in  his  hands, 
Sent  from  his  Father's  milder  throne, 
To  make  the  great  falyation  known.] 

4  [Great  Prophet  f  let  me"  blefs  thy.  name ; 
By  thee  the  joyful  tydings  came 

Of  Wrath  appeas'd,  and  fins  forgiv'n, 
Of  hell  fubdu'd,  and  peace  with  heav'n.] 

5;  [My  bright  example,  and  my  guide, 
I  would  be  walking  near  thy  fide  ; 
Olet  me  never  run  aftray, 
Nor  follow  the  forbidden  way  ! 

6  I  love  my  Shepherd,  he  fhall  keep 
My  wand'ring  foul  among  his  iheep  %- 


4i2  HYMNS  AND  B.  L 

He  feeds  his  flock,  he  calls  their  name?, 
And  in  his  bofom  bears  the  lambs. 

7   [My  Surety,  undertakes  my  caufe, 
Anfw'ring  his  Father's  broken  laws  : 
Behold  my  foul  at  freedom  fet, 
My  Surety  paid  the  dreadful  debt.] 

&  I7efus>  my  great  High.  Prieft,  has  dy'd, 
I  feek  no  facrifice  befide  : 
His  blood  did  once  for  all  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne,} 

2  [My  Advocate  appears  on  high, 
The  Father  lays-,  his  thunder  by  ; 
Not  all  that  earth  or  hell  can  fay, 
Shall  turn  my  Father's  heart  away.] 

IO  [My  Lord,  my  Conqueror,  and  my  King, 
Thy  fceptre,  and  thy  fword  I  fing  ; 
Thine  is  the  vicYry,  and  I  fit 
A  joyful  fubject  at  thy  feet.] 

%i  [Afpire,  my  foul,  to  glorious  deed's, 
1 he  Captain  offal~oation  leads  : 
March  on,  nor  fear  to  win  the  day, 
Though  death  and  hell  obftrucl;  the  way. J 

j  2  [Should  death  and  hell,  and  pow'rs  unknowrs* 
Put  all  their  forms  of  mifchief  on  ; 
I  (hall  be  iafe  ;  for  Chrift^  difplays 
Salvation  in  more  fov'reign  ways.] 

H  r  m  n    CL.     Particular  Metre. 
The  fame . 
a    TOIN  all  the  glorious  names 
J      Of  wifdom,  love,  and  pow'r> 
Which  ever  mortals  knew, 
Which  angels  ever  bore  : 

All  are  too  mean 

Tofpeak  his  worth, 

Too  mean  to  fet 

My  Saviour  forth. 


3:  n         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         4x3 

2  But,  O  what  gentle  terms, 
What  condefcending  ways* 
Doth  our  Redeemer  ufe, 
To  teach  his  heav'nly  grace  t 

My  eyes  with  joy 
And  wonder  fee 
What  forms  of  love 
He  bears  for  me. 

3  Array'd  in  mortal  fl  em, 
He,  like  an  angel  ftands> 
And  holds  the  promifes, 
And  pardons  in  his  hands. 

Commiflion'd  from 

His  Father's  throne  ; 

To  make  his  grace 

To  mortals  known. 
4,  Great  Prophet  of  my  God^ 

My  tongue  would  blefs  thy  names* 
By  thee  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  falvation  came ; 

The  joyful  news 

Of  fins  forgiv'n, 

Of  hell  fubdu'd, 

And  peace  with  heav*m 

5  Be  thou  my  Counfellcr, 
My  Pattern  and  my  Guide  ; 
And  through  this  ctefart  land  - 
Still  keep  me&ear  thy  fide. 

O  let  my  feet 
Ne'er  run  aftray, 
Nor  rove  nor  feek 
The  crooked  way  ! 

6  I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
His  watchful  .eyes  mall  keep  - 
My  wand'ringfoul  among 
ThQ  thcmfands  of  hisiheep  ; 

hi  ■% 


4*4  HYMNS  ANJ>  Bl  JL 

He  feeds  his  flock, 
He  calls  their  names,. 
His  bofom  bears 
The  tender  lambs. 

7  To  this  dear  Surety's  hand. 
Will  I  commit  my  caufe  ;. 
He  anfwers  and  fulfils 
His  Father's  broken  laws.. 

Be  -old  my  foul 
At  freedom  fet ! 
My  Surety  paid 
The  dreadful  debt. 

8  J  ejus,  my  great  High  Priefi,, 
Oxt'er'd  his  bfood  and  dy'd  ; 
My  guilty  confcience  feeks, 
No  facrifice  befide. 

His  pow'rful  blood 
Dfd  once  atone ; 
And  now  it  pleads 
Before  the  throne. 

9  My  Advocate  appears 
For   ny  defence  on  high  ; 
The  Father  bows  his  ears, 
And.  lays  his  thunder  by. 

Not  all  which  hell 
Or  fin  can  fay, 
Shall  turn  his  heart, 
His  love  away. 

10  My  dear  Almighty  Lord* 
My  Conqueror  and  my  King, 
Thy  fceptre  and  thy  fword, 
Thy  reigning  grace  I  fing. 

Thine  is  the  pow'r  ; 
Behold  I  fit 
In  willing  bonds 
Beneath  thy  feet* 


B.  I.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         41 J 

1 1  Now  let  my  foul  a  rife, 

And  tread  the  tempter  down : 
My  Captain  leads  me  forth 
To  conqueit  and  a  crown.. 

A  feeble  faint 

Shall  win  the  day, 

Though  death  and  helL 

Obftruft  the  way. 

12  Should  all  the  hofts  of  death,, 
And  pow'rs  of  hell  unknown, 
Put  their  moil  dreadful  forms 
Of  rage  and  mifchief  on  ; 

Imallbefafe, 
For  Chrili  difplays 
Superiour  pow'r, 
And  guardian  grace. 


End   of  the  First*  Book, 


,m 


Book  II. 


Compofed  on  Divine  Subjects. 


H  r  m  n    I.    Long  Metre. 
Afong  afpraife  to  God. 
i.  "XTATURE  with  all  her  pow'rs,  (hall  fing 
JL\I      God  the  Creator,  and  the  King  ; 
Nor  air,  nor  earth,  nor  ikies,  nor  feas, 
Deny  the  tribute  of  their  praife. 

2  [Begin  to  make  his  glories  known, . 
Ye  feraphs  who  fit  near  his  throne  ; 

Tune  your  harps  high,  and  fpread  the  found 
To  the  creation's  utmoft  bound.] 

3  [All  mortal  things  of  meaner  frame, 
Exert  your  force,  and  own  his  name ; 
While  with  our  fouls,  and  with  our  voice. 
We  fmghis  honours  and  our  joys.] . 

4.  [To  him  be  facred  all  we  have, 
From  the  young  cradle  to  the  grave  : 
Our  lips  ihall  his  loud  wonders  tell, 
And  ev'ry  word  a  miracle.] 

3  [Thefeweftern  fhores,  our  native  land* 
Liefafe  in  the  Almighty's  hand  ; 
Our  foes  of  vi&'ry  dream  in  vain, 
And  wear  the  captivating  chain.] 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         417 

6  Raife  monumental  praifes  high 

To  him  who  thunders  through  the  fky, 
And  with  an  awful  nod  or  frown, 
Shakes  an  afpiring  tyrant  down. 

7  [Pillars  ©flatting  brai's  proclaim 
The  triumphs  of  th'  eternal  name  ; 
While  trembling  nations  read  from  far,. 
The  honours  of  the  God  of 'war.'] 

8  Thus  let  our  flaming  zeal  employ 

Our  loftieft  thoughts,  and  loudeft  fdngs  % 
Let  there  be  lung  with  warmeft  joy 
Hofanuas  from  ten  thouiand  tongues. 

9  Yet,  mighty  God,  our  feeble  frame 
Attempts  in  vain  to  reach  thy  name  ; 
The  ftrongeft  notes  which  angels  raife,. 
Faint  in  the  worfhip  and  the  praife. 

N'r  m  n    IL    Common  Metre.. 
The  death  of  a  firmer. 

1  ."]t  JTY  thoughts  on  awful  fubjecls  roll> 
1VX     Damnation  and  the  dead  ; 
What  horrors  feize  the  guilty  foul 

Upon  a  dying  bed  ! 

2  Ling'ring  about  thefe  mortal. mores*. 

She  makes  a  long  delay, 
'Till  like  a  flood  with  rapid  force, 

Death  fweeps  the  wretch  away. 
5  Then  fwift  and  dreadful  fhe  defcends. 

Down  to  the  fiery  coaft, 
Among  abominable  fiends, 

HerTelf  a  frighted  ghoft. 
4  There  endlefs  crouds  of  finners  lie, 

And  darknefs  makes  their  chains : 
Tortur'd  with  keen  defpair  they  cry,. 

Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 


•4i8  HYMNS  AND  B. 

3  Not  all  their  anguiih  and  their  blood 
For  their  old  guilt  atones, 
Nor  the  companion  of  a  God 
Shall  hearken  to  their  groans. 
6  Amazing  grace  that  kept  my  breath, 
Nor  bid  my  foul  remove, 
'"Till  I  had  learn'd  my  Saviour's  death, 
And  well  infur'd  his  love  1 


H  r  m  n     III.     Common  Metre. 
The  death  and  burial  of  a  faint. 
i    \  TF  THY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends  T 
V  V      Or  fhake  at  death's  alarms .? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jefus  fends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 
i  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too 
As  faft  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  would  we  wifh  the  hours  more  flow- 
To  keep  us  from  our  Love. 

3  Why  mould  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  fiefh  of  Jefus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  the  faints  he  blefs'd,. 

And  foften'd  every  bed  : 
Where  fhould  the  dying  members  reft, 
But  with  the  dying  Head  ? 

5  Thence  he  arofe,  afcended  high, 

And  fhew'd  our  feet  the  way  : 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  fouls  ihall  fly, 
At  the  great  rifing  day. 

6  Then  let  the  lafl:  loud  trumpet  found* 

And  bid  our  kindred  rife  ; 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground, 
Ye  faints,  afcend  the  Ikies.., 


B,  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         419 

Hymn    IV.     Long  Metre. 
Salvation  in  the  crofs. 

1  TTERE  at  thy  crofs,  my  dying  God, 
XX  I  lay  my  foul  beneath  thy  love, 
Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blood, 
Jefus,  nor  mall  it  e'er  remove. 

2  Not  all  that  tyrants  think  or  fay, 
With  rage  and  lightning  in  their  eyes, 
Nor  hell  fhall  fright  my  heart  away, 
Should  hell  with  all  its  legions  rife. 

3  Should  worlds  confpire  to  drive  me  thence, 
Movelefs  and  firm  this  heart  mould  lie  ; 
Refolv'd  (for  that's  my  laft  defence) 

If  I  muft  perifh,  there  to  die. 

4  But  fpeak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear ; 
Am  I  not  fafe  beneath  thy  made  ? 
Thy  vengeance  will  not  fir  ike  me  here, 
Nor  Satan  dare  my  foul  invade. 

5  Yes,  I'm  fecure  beneath  thy  blood, 
And  all  my  foes  fhall  lofe  their  aim  ; 
Hofanna  to  my  dying  God, 

And  my  bell:  honours  to  his  name. 

Hymn    V.     Long  Metre. 

Longing  to  praife  Chrift  Better. 

2   TT    ORD,  when  my  tho'ts  with  wonder  roll 

I   j    O'er  the  fharp  forrows  of  thy  foul, 

And  read  my  Maker's  broken  laws, 

Repair'd  and  honour'd  by  the  crofs  : 

2  When  I  behold  death,  hell,  and  fin, 
Vanquifh'd  by  that  dear  Mood  of  thine, 
And  fee  the  man  who  groan'd  and  dy'd, 
Sit  glorious  by  his  Father's  fide  : 

3  My  paffions  rife  and  foar  above, 

I'm  wing'd  with  faith,  and  fir'd  with  love  t 


4*0  HYMNS  AND  B.  IL 

Fain  wtfuld  I  reach  eternal  things, 

And  learn  the  notes  which  Gabriel  fings. 

4  But  my  heart  fails,  my  tongue  complains 
For  want  of  their  immortal  ftrains; 

And  in  fuch  humble  notes  as  thefe, 
Mult  fall  below  thy  vi&ories. 

5  Well,  the  kind  minute  muft  appear, 
When  we  fhall  leave  thefe  bodies  here  ; 
Thefe  clogs  of  clay,  and  mount  on  high, 
To  join  the  fongs  above  the  fky. 

Hymn    VI.     Common  Metre. 
A   Morning   Song. 
i   /^vNCE  more,  my  foul,  the  rifing  day 
\^f    Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  : 
Once  more,  my  voice  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  who  rolls  the  Ikies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 

The  day  renews  the  found, 
Wide  as  the  heav'n  on  which  he  fits 
To  turn  the  feafons  round. 

3  'Tis  he  fupports  my  mortal  frame, 

My  tongue  fhall  fpeak  his  praife  ; 
My  fins  would  roufe  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  £On  a  poor  worm  thy  pow'r  might  tread, 

And  I  could  ne'er  withftand; 
Thy  juftice  might  have  cruih'd  me  dead. 
But  mercy  held  thine  hand. 

5  A  thoufand  wretched  fouls  are  fled 

Since  the  laft  fetting  fun, 
And  yet  thou  length'neft  out  my  thread, 
And  yet  my  moments  run.] 
5  Dear  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine. 
While  I  enjoy  the  light ; 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        425 

Then  fhall  my  fun  in  fmiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleafant  night. 
—  —     1  ii— 

Hymn    VII.     Common  Metre. 
An  Evening  Song. 
5  T^VREAD  Sov'reign,  let  my  evening  fong 
\J     Like  holy  incenfe  rife  : 
Affift  the  ofPrings  of  my  tongue, 
To  reach  the  lofty  Ikies. 
z  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day, 
Thy  hand  was  ftill  my  guard  ; 
And  ftill  to  drive  my  wants  away? 
Thy  mercy  flood  prepared. 

3  Perpetual  bleffings  from  above 

Incompafs  me  around  ; 
But  O,  how  few  returns  of  love, 
Hath  my  Creator  found  ! 

4  What  have  I  done  for  him  who  dy'd, 

To  fave  my  wretched  foul  ? 
How  are  my  follies  rmiltiply'd, 
Faft  as  my  minutes  roll  ? 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine 

To  thy  dear  erofs  I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace  my  foul  refign, 

To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 
S  Sprinkled  afrefh  with  .par d'ning  blood,     .  * 

I  lay  me  down  to  reft, 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 

Or  on  my  Saviour's  bread. 


H 


Hymn    VIII.    Common  Metre. 
A  Hymn  for  Morning  or  Evening. 
OSANNA,  with  a  cheerful  found, 
To  God's  upholding  hand  ! 
M  m 


422  HYMNS  AND  B.  II, 

Ten  thoufand  fhares  attend  us  round, 
And  yet  fecure  we  ftand. 

2  That  was  a  moft  amazing  pow'r, 

Which  rais'd  us  with  a  word ; 
And  ev'ry  day,  and  ev'ry  hour, 
We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 

3  The  ev'ning  refts  our  weary  head, 

And  angels  guard  the  room  ; 
We  wake,  and  we  admire  the  bed 
Which  was  not  made  our  tomb. 

4  The  rifing  morning  can't  afiure 

That  we  mail  end  the  day  ; 
For  death  ftands  ready  at  the  door, 

To  feize  our  lives  away. 
■5  Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  fin 

To  God's  revenging  law ; 
We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King, 

In  ev'ry  gafp  we  draw. 
6  God  is  our  fun,  whofe  daily  light 

Our  joy  andTafety  brings ; 
Our  feeble  flefh  lies  fafe  at  night 

Beneath  his  lhady  wings. 


H  r  m  n    IX.    Common  Metre. 
Godly  for  row  arifingfrom  the  fufferings  £/*Chrifr« 
j      A    LAS !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ! 
X^     And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  facred  head 
For  fuch  a  worm  as  I  ? 
2.  [Thy  body  (lain,  fweet  Jefus,  thine, 
And  bath-'d  in  its  own  blood, 
While  all  expos'd  to  wr^th  divine, 
The  glorious  fufFrer  flood  !] 
%  Was  it  for  crimes  which  I  had  done, 
Hegroan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        42^ 

Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

4  Well  might  the  fun  in  darknefs  hide; 

And  fhut  his  glories  in, 
When  God  the  mighty  Maker  dy'd  . 
For  man.,  the  creature's  fin. 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  hlufhing  face, 

While  his  dear  crofs  appears, 
Diffoive  my  heart  in  thankfulnefs,. 
And  melt  my  eyes  in  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myfelf  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


Hymn    X.     Common  Metre,. 
Parting  ivith  carnal  joys. 

1  1%  /TY  foul  forfakes  her  vain  delight, 
iVX    And  bids  the  world  farewell  ; 
Bafe  as  the  dirt  beneath  my  feet, 

And  mifchievous  as  hell. 

2  No  longer  will  I  aik  your  love, 
Nor  feek  your  friendfhip  more  ; 

The  happinefs  that  I  approve, 
Lies  not  within  your  pow7r. 

3  ThereV  nothing  round  this  fpacious  earthy 

That  fuits  my  large  deiire  ; 
To  boUadlefsjoy,  and  folid  mirth, 
My  nobler  thoughts  afpire. 

4  [Where  pleafure  rolls  its  living  flood., 

From  fin  and  drofs  refin'd, 
Still  fpringing  from  the  throne  of  God,.. 
And  fit  to  cheer  the  mind. 

5  Th'  Almighty  Ruler  of  the  fphere, 

The  glorious  and  the  great, 


424  HYMNS  AND  B>  I  J. 

Brings  his  own  All-fuffkience  there, 
To  make  our  blifs  complete.] 

£  Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
I'd  climb  the  heav'nly  road  ; 
There  fits  my  Saviour  dreft  in  love, 
-And  there  my  fmiling  God. 
i  ■  i  — ■  ■ 
Hymn    XI.     Long  Metre. 
The  fame. 
i  T  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away  ; 
X     Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
Falfe  as  the  fmooth  deceitful  fea, 
And  empty  as  the  whittling  wind. 
\2  Your  ftreams  were  floating  me  along, 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  defpair, 
And  while  I  liftenM  to  your  fong, 
Your  ftreams  had  e'en  convey'd  me  there*. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  match lefs  grace, 
Which  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyfs ; 
Which  drew  me,  from  thofe  treach'rous  feas, 
And  bid  me  feek  fupedour  blifs. 

4  Now  to  the  mining  realms  above-, 

I  ftretch  my  hands  and  glance  my  eyes  : 
O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  fides  ! 
--5  There  from  the  bofom  of  my  God, 
Oceans  of  endlefs  pleafure  roll  ; 
There  would  I  fix  my  laft  abode, 
And  drown  the  forrows  of  my  foul. 

H  r  m  n    XII.     Common  Metre. 
Chrift  is  thefubftance  of  the  Levitical  priefthowi. 
i   rr^HE  true  Mejfiah  now  appears* 
X      The  types  are  all  withdrawn  ; 
So  fly  the  Oiadows  and  the  ftars. 
Before  the  riling  dawn. 


K  II.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        425 

2  No  fmoaking  fweets,  nor  bleeding  lambs* 

Nor  kid  nor  bullock  flain  : 
Incenfe  and  fpice  of  coftly  names 
Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 

3  Aaron  muft  lay  his  robes  away> 

His  mitre  and  his  veft, 
When  God  himfelf  comes  down  to  be 
The  ofPring  and  the  prieft. 

4  He  took  our  mortal  neftito  fhow- 

The  wonders  of  his  love  5-, 
For  us  he  paid  his  life  below, 
And  prays  for  us  above. 

5  Father ;  he  cries,  forgive  their  Jins, 

For  I  my/elf  hn<ve-  qyd  ; 
And  then  he  mows  his  open'd  veins,. 
And  pleads  his  wounded  fide* 


Hymn    XIII.    Long  Metre. 

^he  creation >  prefervation,   dijfolution  and  rtjloratiui- 

oftkis  nuorl-d. 

1  QING  to  the  Lord,  wljo  built  the  fkies, 
i3  The  Lord  who  rear'd  this  flately  frame  ;. 
Let  all  the  nations  found  his  praife, 
And  lands  unknown  repeat  his  name.- 

-z  He  form'd  the  feas,  and  form'd  the  hills, 
Made  ev'ry  drop,  and  ev'ry  duft, 
Nature  and  time,  with  all  their  wheels. 
And  put  them  into  motion  firft. 

£  Now  from  his  high  imperial  throne, 
He  looks  far  down  upon  the  fpheres, 
He  bids  the  mining  orbs  roll  on, 
And  round  he  turns  the  hafty  years* 

4,  Thus  (hall  this  moving  engine  lanV 
'Till  all  his  faints  are  gather'd  in^ 
Mm  2 


426  HYMNS    AND  B.IY 

Then  for  the  trumpet's  dreadful  blaft, 
To  (hake  it  all  toduft  again. 
5  Yet,  when  the  found  fhall  tear  the  flues, 
And  light'ning  burn  the  globe  below, 
Saints  you  may  lift  your  joyful  eyes, 
There's  a  new  heav'n  and  earth  for  you. 

H  r  m  n    XIV.    Short  Metre. 
The  hordes  day  :.  or,  delight  in  ordinances 

1  TT  TELCOME,  fweet  day  of  reft, 

V  V       That  faw  the  Lord  arife  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breaft, 
And  thefe  rejoicing  eyes  1 

2  The  King  himfelf  comes  near, 

Andfeafts  his  faints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  fit  and  fee  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praife,  and  pray* 

3  One  day  amidft  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  has  been, 
Is  fweeter  than  ten  thoufand  days 
Of  pleafurable  fin. 

4  My  willing  foul  would  ftay 

In  Tuch  a  frame  a,s  this, 
And  fit  and  Ting  herfelf  away 
To  everlafting  blifs. 

Htmn    XV.     Long  Metre. 
The  enjoyment  c/Chrift  :    or,  delight  in  <worJkip* 

i  T7AR  from  my  tho'ts,  vain  world  be  gone> 
JT    Let  my  religious  hours  alone  : 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Sa«pur  fee, 
I  wait  a  vifit,  Lord,  from  tn. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  noly  Sre$ 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  deftfe; 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        427 

Come,  my  dear  Jefusy  from  above, 
And  feed  my  foul  with  heav'nly  love> 

3  [The  trees  of  life  immortal  ftand 

In  beauteous  rows  at  thy  right  hand,,. 
And  in  fweet  murmurs  by  their  fide, 
Rivers  of  blifs  perpetual  glide. 

4  Hafte  then,  but  with  a  fmiling  face, 
And  fpread  the  table  of  thy  grace  : 
Bring  down  a  tafte  of  truth  divine, 
And  chser  my  heart  with  facred  wine.] 

5  Blefs'd  J  ejus,  what  delicious  fare, 
How  fweet  thy  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  tafte  above, 
Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 

6  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine  ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  mine: 
Thou  brighteft,  fweeteft,  faireft  One, 
Which  eyes  have  feen,  or  angels  known. 

Hymn    XVI.    Long  Metre. 
Part  the  fecond. 

1  T"    ORD,  what  a  heav'nof  faving  grace, 

8   a   Shines  thro'  the  beauties  of  thy  face3 
And  lights  our  paffions  to  a  flame  ! 
Lord,  how  we  love  thy  charming  name, 

2  When  I  can  fay,  my  God  is  mine, 
When  I  can  feel  thy  glories  fhine, 
I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  the  earth  calls  good  or  great, 

3  While  fuch  a  fcene  of  facred  joys, 
Our  raptur'd  eyes  and  fouls  employs, 
Here  we  could  fit  and  gaze  away, 
Along,  an  everlafling  day. 

4  Weil,  we  fhall  quickly  pafs  the  night, 
To  the  fair  coafts  of  perfeft  light ; 


428  HYMNS    AND  B.  II. 

Then  fhall  our  joyful  fenfes  rove 
O'er  the  dear  obje&of  our  love. 

5   [There  fhall  we  drink  full  draughts  of  blifs> 
And  pluck  new  life  from  heav'nly  trees  ! 
And  now  and  then,  dear  Lord,  beftow 
A  drop  of  heav'n  on  worms  below. 

£  Send  comforts  down  from  thy  right  hand, 
While  we  pafs  through  this  barren  land; 
And  in  thy  temple  let  us  fee 
A  glimpfe  of  love,  a  glimpfe  of  thee  J 

Hymn    XVII.     Common  Metre. 
God's  eternity, 
i  T}  ISE,  rife,  my  fcul,  and  leave  the  ground* 
J\     Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad,. 
And  roufe  up  ev'ry  tuneful  found 
To  praife  th'  eternal  God. 

2  L<ng  ere  the  lofty  fkies  were  fpread, 

Jehovah  fill'd  his  throne  ; 
Ere  Adam  form'd,  or  angels  made, 
The  Maker  liv'd  alone. 

3  His  boundlefs  years  can  ne'er  decreafe, 

But-  ftill  maintain  their  prime  ; 
Eternity's  his  dwelling-place, 
And  ever  is  his  time. 

4  While  like  a  tide  our  minutes  flow, 

The  prefent  and  thepaft, 
He  fills  his  own  immort?!  now, 
And  fees  our  ages  wafte. 

5  The  fea  and  fky  muft  perilh  too, 

And  vaft  deftru&ion  come  ; 
The  creatures,  look  !  how  old  they  grow.? 
And  wait  their  fiery  doom. 
.6  Well,  let  the  fea  fhrink  all  away, 
An  J  flame  melt  down  the  fkies? 


B.  II.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        429 

My  God  mall  live  an  endlefs  day, 
When  old  creation  dies. 


Hymn    XVIII.     Long  Metre, 
The  minijlry  of  angels. 

1  TTIGHon  a  hill  of  dazzling  light, 
JnL   The  King  of  glory  fpreads  his  feat, 
And  troops  of  angels,  ftretch'd  for  flights- 
Stand  waiting  round  his  awful  feet. 

2  Go,  faith  the  Lord,  my  Gabriel,  go, 
Salute  the  virgin? s  fruitful  nuomb  ; 
Make  hajle,  ye  cherubs,  down  below, 
Sing  and  proclaim  the  Saviour's  come. 

3  Here  a  bright  fquadron  leaves  the  ikies. 
And  thick  around  Elijka  ftands  ; 
Anon  an  heav'nly  foldier  flies,. 

And  breaks  the  chains  from  Peter's  hands, 

4  Thy  winged  troops,  O  God  of  hofts, 
Wait  on  thy  wand'ring  church  below  ; 
Here  we  are  failing  to  thy  coafts, 

Let  angels  be  our  convoy  too. 

5  Are  they  not  all  thy  fervants,  Lord  I 
At  thy  command  they  go  and  come  1 
With  cheerful  hafle  obey  thy  word, 
And  guard  thy  children  to  their  home. 


Htmn    XIX.     Common  Metre. 
Our  frail  bodies,,  and  God  our  Preferver, 

LET  others  boaft  how  ftrong  they  be. 
Nor  death  nor  danger  fear  ; 
But  we'll  confefs,  O  Lord,  to  thee. 

What  feeble  things  we  are. 
Frefh  as  the  grafs  our  bodies  ftand* 
And  flaurifti  bright  and  gay  5 


430  HYMNS    AND  B.  II. 

A  Wafting  wind  fweeps  o'er  the  land, 

And  fades  the  grafs  away. 
3  Our  life  contains  a  thoufand  fprings, 

And  dies  if  one  be  gone  : 
Strange !  that  a  harp  of  thoufand  firings 

Should  keep  in  tune  fo  long. 

*}.  But  'tis  our  God  fupports  our  frame, 
The  God  who  built  us  firft  ; 
Salvation  to  th'  Almighty  name 
That  rear'd  us  from  the  duft. 
5   [He  fpake,  and  ftrait  our  hearts  and  brains, 
In  all  their  motions  rofe  ; 
Let  blood,  faid  he,  flow  round  the  veins ; 
And  round  the  veins  it  flows. 
3  While  we  have  breath  to  ufe  our  tongues, 
Our  Maker  we'll  adore  ; 
His  Spirit  moves  our  heaving  lungs, 
Or  they  would  breathe  no  more.] 

Hymn    XX.     Common  Metre. 

Backjlidings  and  returns  :  or,  the  inconjlancy    of  our 

love* 
i   TTTHY  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee, 
V  V      My  God,  my  chief  delight  ? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 
%  [Why  mould  my  foolifh  paflions  rove  i 
Where  can  fuch  fweetnefs  be, 
As  I  have  rafted  in  thy  love, 
As  I  have  found  in  thee  ?] 
3  When  my  forgetful  foul  renew? 
The  favour  of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  prefumes  I  cannot  lofe 
The  relilh  all  my  days. 


B,  II.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.       431 

4  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  paft, 

The  flatt'ring  world  employs 
Some  fenfual  bait  to  feize  my  tafte, 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

5  [Trifles  of  nature,  or  of  art, 

With  fair  deceitful  charms, 
Intrude  into  my  thoughtlefs  heart, 
And  thruft  me  from  thine  arms.] 

6  Then  I  repent  and  vex  my  foul, 

That  I  mould  leave  thee  fo ; 
Where  will  thofe  wild  affe&ions  roll, 
That  let  a  Saviour  go  ? 

7  [Sin's  promis'd  joys  are  turn'd  to  pain., 

And  I  am  drown'd  in  grief ; 
But  my  dear  Lord  returns  again, 
He  flies  to  my  relief : 

8  Seizing  my  foul  withfweetfurpriz?, 

He  draws  with  loving  bands  ; 
Divine  compaflion  in  his  eyes, 
And  pardon  in  his  hands.] 

9  [Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus, 

In  chafe  of  falfe  delight  ; 
Let  me  be  faften'd  to  thy  crofs, 
Rather  than  lofe  thy  fight.] 

10  [Make  hafte  my  days  to  reach  the  goa]> 

And  bring  my  heart  to  reft 
On  the  dear  centre  of  my  foul, 
My  God,  my  Saviour's  breaft.] 

H  r  m  n    XXI.     Long  Metre. 
-djong  ofpraife  to  God  the  Redeemer. 
l   T"    ET  the  old  heathens  tune  their  fong 
i  j  Of  great  Diana  and  of  J  eve  ; 
But  the  fweet  theme  which  moves  my  tongue* 
Is  my  Redeemer  and  his  love. 


432  HYMNS    AND  B.  II 

2  Behold  a  God  defcends  and  dies, 
To  fave  my  foul  from  gaping  hell  ; 
How  the  black  gulph  where  Satan  lies, 
Yawn'd  to  receive  me  when  I  fell  ! 

3  How  juftice  frown'd,  and  vengeance  flood, 
To  drive  me  down  to  endlefs  pain  ! 

But  the  great  Son  propos'd  his  blood, 
And  heav'nly  wrath  grew  mild  again. 

4  Infinite  Lover,  gracious  Lord, 

To  thee  be  endlefs  honours  giv*n  ; 
Thy  wond'rous  name  (hall  be  ador'd, 
Round  the  wide  earth  and  wider  heav'a. 


Hr  m  n    XXII.    Long  Metre. 
With  God  is  terrible  majcjly. 

1  fTpERRIBLE  God,  who  reign'ft  on  high, 

JL      How  awful  is  thy  thund'ring  hand  I 
Thy  fiery  bolts  how  fierce  they  fly  ! 
Nor  can  all  earth  or  hell  withftand. 

2  This  the  old  rebel  angels  knew, 
And  Satan  fell  beneath  thy  frown  : 
Thine  arrows  ftruck  the  traitor  through, 
And  weighty  vengeance  funk  him  down. 

3  This  Sodom  felt,  and  feels  it  ftill, 
And  roars  beneath  th'  eternal  load  : 
With  endlefs  burnings  <who  can  dwell, 
Or  bear  the  fury  of  a  God  ? 

4.  Tremble  ye  finners  and  fubmit, 

Throw  down  your  arms  beforehis  throne, 
Bend  your  heads  low  beneath  his  feet, 
Or  his  ftrong  hand  fhall  cruih  you  down, 

r,  And  ye,  bleit.  faints,  who  love  him  too, 
With  rev'rence  bow  before  his  name  ; 
Thus  all  the  heav'nly  feryants  do : 
God  is  a  bright  and  burning  flame. 


B.II.        SPIidTUAL  SONGS.        433 

H  y  m'n    XXIII.    L^ng  Metre. 
The  fight  of  God  and  Chrifl  in  heaven* 

4  TXESCEND  from  heav'n,  immortal  Dov*u 
1  J    Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wings> 
And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  thefe  inferiour  things  j 

2  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  fky, 
Up  where  eternal  ages  roll, 
Where  folid  pleasures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feaft  the  foul. 

3  O  for  a  fight,  a  pleafant  fight 

Of  oar  Almighty  Father's  throne  I 
There  fits  our  Saviour  crown'd.  with  light* 
Cloth'd  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoring  faints  around  him  Hand, 

And  thrones  and  pow'rs  before  him  fail, 
The  God  mines  gracious  thro'  the  man, 
And  fheds  fweet  glories  on  them  all. 
i;  O  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 

While  to  their  golden  harps  they  fing, 

And  fit  on  ev'ry  heav'nly  hill, 

And  fpread  the  triumphs  of  their  King  f 

€  When  fhall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 
That  I  fhall  mount  to  dwell  above, 
And  ftand  and  bow  among  *em  there, 
And  view  thyface,  and  fing,  and  love  It 


Hymn    XXIV.    Long  Metre. 
The  evil  of  fin  vifible  in  the  fall  of  angels  ana1  men, 

WHen  the  great  Builder  arch'd  the  fkies, 
And  form'd  all  nature  with  a  word, 
The  joyful  cherubs  tun'd  his  praife, 
And  ev'ry  bending  throne  ador'd, 
Na 


434  HYMNS    AND  B.  II. 

Z  High  in  the  midft  of  all  the  throng, 
Satan,  a  tall  archangel  fat, 
Among  the  morning  ftars  he  fung, 
-'Till  fin  deitroy'd  his  heav'nly  ftate. 

3  ['Twas  fin  thathurlM  hire  from  his  throne, 
Grov'ling  in  fire  the  rebel  lies  ; 
Hotv  art  thou  funk  in  darknefs  down, 
Son  of  the  morning,  from  thefkies  ! 

.4  And  thus  our  two  firft  parents  flood, 
'Till  fin  denTd  the  happy  place  ; 
They  loft  their  garden  and  their  God, 
And  ruin'd  all  their  unborn  race.] 

5  [So  fprung  the  plague  from  Adam's  bow'r, 
And  fpread  deftruclion  all  abroad, 

Sin,  the  curs'd  name  !  which  in  one  hour, 
Spoil'd  fix  days  labour  of  a  God.] 

6  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  mourn  for  grief, 
J^  That  fuch  a  foe  fhould  feize  thy  breaft  ; 
k  Fly  to  thy  Lord  for  quick  relief; 

Oh  !  may  he  flay  this  treach'rous  gueft. 

7  Then  to  thy  throne,  victorious  King, 
Then  to  thy  throne  our  fhouts  fhall  rife, 
Thine  everlafting  arm  we  fing, 

For  fin,  the  monfter,  bleeds  and  dies. 


Hymn    XXV.    Common  Metre. 
Complaining  of fpiritual  jloih. 

MY  drowfy  pow'rs,  why  fleep  ye  fo  ? 
Awake  my  fluggifh  foul  ! 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  fo  dull. 

The  little  ants  for  one  poor  grain 
Labour,  and  tug,  and  ftrive  ; . 

Yet  we  who  have  a  heav'n  to  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 


B.  II.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        43 , 

3  We,  for  whofe  fake  all  nature  ftands, 

And  ftars-  their  courfes  move, 
We,  for  whofe  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above. 

4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down* 

And  labour'd  for  our  good  : 
How  carelefs  to  fecure  that  crown 
He  purchas'd  with  his  blood  ! 

5  Lord,  fhall  we  live  fo  fluggiih  ftill, 

And  never  aft  our  parts  ? 
Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hilk 
And  fit,  and  warm  our  hearts. 

6  Then  fhall  our  aftive  fpirits  move, 

Upward  our  fouls  fhall  rife  : 
With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 
We'll  fly  and  take  the  prize. 

Hymn    XXVI.    Long    Metre. 

God  in'-Li/ible. 
j  T    ORD,  we  are  blind,  poor  mortals,  blind, 
I   j  We  can't  behold  thy  bright  abode  ; 
O  'tis  beyond  a  creature-mind, 
To  glance  a  thought  half  way  to  God. 

2  Infinite  leagues  beyond  the  fky, 
The  great  Eternal  reigns  alone, 
Where  neither  wings  nor  fouls  can  fly, ; 
Ncr  angels  climb  the  toplefs  throne. 

3  The  Lord  of  glory  builds  his  feat 
Of  gems  incomparably  bright, 
And  lays  beneath  his  facred  feet 
Subftantial  beams  of  gloomy  night. 

4  Yet,  glorious  Lord,  thy  gracious  eyes 
Look  through  and  cheer  us  from  above  : 
Beyond  our  praife  thy  grandeur  flies, 
Yet  we  adore,  and  yet  we  love, 


43^  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

Htm  ft    XXVIL    Long  Metre. 

Praifeye  bim  all  bis  angels.     Pfalm  cxlviii.  2. 

»  f^\  OD  !  th*  eternal,  awful  name, 

\y  Which  the  whole  heav'nly  army  feais> 
Which  fhakes  the  wide  creation's  frame, 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  hears. 

3  Like  flames  of  fire  his  fervantsare, 

And  light  furrounds  his  dwelling-place  5. 
But,  O  ye  fiery  flames,  declare 
The  brighter  glories  of  his  face. 

3  'Tis  not  for  fuch  poor  worms  as  w£> 
To  fpeak  fo  infinite  a  thing  ; 

But  your  immortal  eyes  furvey 
The  beauties  of  your  fov 'reign  King* 

4  Tell  how  he  ihews  his  fmiling  face, 
And  clothes  all  heav'n  in  bright  array  : 
Triumph  and  joy  run  through  the  place, 
And  longs  eternal  as  the  day. 

5  Speak,  for  you  feel  his  burning  love, 
What  zeal  it  fpreads  through  all  your  frame  j- 
That  facred  fire  dwells  all  above, 

For  we  oa  earth  have  loft  the  name. 

6  [Sing  of  his  pow'r  and  juftice  too, 
That  infinite  right  hand  of  his, 
Which  vanquifiVd  Satan  apd  his  crew, 
When  thunder  drove  them  dowa  from  k$*s.J 

7  What  mighty  ftorms  i)f  poifon'd  darts, 
Were  hurl'd  upon  the  rebels  there  ! 
What  deadly  jav'lins  naiFd  their  hearts 
Faft  to  the  racks  of  long  defpair  !) 

8  [Shou,t  to  your  King,,  ye  heav'nly  hpft  j 
Ye  who  beheld  the  finking  £ot ; 
Firmly  ve  ftood  when  they  were  loft  ; 
Praile  the  rich  grace  which  kept  you  ftfe| 

9  Proclaim  his  wpndere  from  tm  fi$>ie$a 
Let  ev'ry  diftant  nation,  hear,  i 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        *37 

And  while  you  found  his  lofty  praife  , 
Let  humble  mortals  bow  and  fear. 

Hymn    XXVIII.     Common  Metre. 
Death  and  eternity. 
i  C  TOOP  down  my  tho'ts  which  us'd  to  rife, 
O  Converfe  a  while  with  death  : 
Think  how  a  gafping  mortal  lies, 
And  pants  away  his  breath. 

2  His  quivVmg  lips  hangs  feebly  down, 

His  pulfes  faint  and  few, 
Then,  fpeechlefs,  with  a  doleful  groan, 
He  bids  the  world  adieu. 

3  But  Oh,  the  foul,  which  never  dies  ! 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 
Ye  thoughts  purfue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  track  its  wond'rousway  ! 

4  Up  to  the  courts,  where  angels  dwell, 

It  mounts  triumphant  there  ; 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 
In  infinite  defpair  \ 

5  And  muil  my  body'faint  and  die  ? 

And  muft  this  foul  remove  ^ 
Oh,  for  fome  guardian  angel  nigh 
To  bear  it  fafe  above  ! 

6  Jefus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  haud, 

My  naked  foul  I  truft  ; 
And  my  flefh  waits  for  thy  command, 
To  drop  into  my  duft. 

Jir  mn    XXIX.    Common  Metre  > 
Redemption  hy  price  and  power. 
i    *fESU&,  with  all  thy  faints  above, 
J   My  tongue  would  bear  her  part-., 
N'n  2 


43&  HYMNS  AND  B.  Ih 

Would  found  aloud  thy  faring  love, 
And  fmg  thy  bleeding  heart. 

2  Blefs'd  be  the  Lamb,  my  deareft  Lord, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood, 
And  quench'd  his  Father's,  flaming  fword, 
In  his  own  vital  flood. 

3  The  Lamb  who  freed  my  captive  foul, 

From  Satan's,  heavy  chains, 
And  fent  the  lion  down  to  howl, 
Where  hell  and  horror  reigns. 

4  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 

And  never-ceafmg;  praife, 
While  angels  live  to  know  his  name, 
Or  faints  to  feel  his  grace. 

Hymv    XXX.     Short  Metre 
Heav£nly  joy  on  earth. 
*  [/^IQME,  we  who  love  the  Lord, 
\^/     And  let  our  joys  be  known  » 
Join  in  a  fong  of  fweet  accord, 

And  thus  furround  the  throne*. 
-2  The  forrows  of  the  mind, 

Be  banifh'd  from  the  place  ! 
Religion  never  was  defign'd 

To  make  our  pleafures  tefs.J 

3  Let  thofe  refufe  to  fmg, 

Who  never  knew  our  God, 
Jkit  fav'rites  of  the  heav'nly  King, 
May  fpeak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  [The  God  who  rules  on  high, 

And  thunders  when  he  pleafe> 
Who  rides  upon  the  ftormy  Iky, 
And  manages  the  feas :] 

5  TK!s  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  love,, 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        459 

He  will  fend  down  his  heavenly  pow'rs, 
To  carry  us  above. 

6  There  we  mall  fee  his  face, 

And  never,  never  fin  ; 
T'here  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace- 
Drink  endiefs  pleafures  in. 

7  Yes,  and  before  we  rife 

To  that  immortal  ftate, 
The  thoughts  of  fuch  amazing  blife 
Should  conftant  joys  create. 

8  [The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below, 
Celeftial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 

From  faith  and  hope  may  grow.J 
4  [The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thoufand  facred  fweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields, 

Or  walk  the  golden  ftreets. 
1.0  Then  let  our  fongs  abound, 

And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  through  ImmanueFs  grouni 

To  fairer  worlds  on  high.] 


Htmn    XXXI.   Long  Metre. 

Chrift'i  prefetice  makes  death  eajy. 


■w: 


What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are! 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endiefs  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  ftrife 
Fright  our  approaching  fouls  away  > 
Still  we  fhrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prifon  and  our  clay.  „ 

3  Oh  !   if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 
My  foul  ftiould  ftretch  her  wings  in  hafe 


440  HYMNS  AND  B.  II 

Fly  fearlefs  thro*  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrours  as  fhe  pafs'd* 
4  Jefus  cap  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  foft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breaft  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  fweetly  there. 

Hymn    XXXII.     Common  Metre* 
Frailty  and  folly. 

1  T  TOW  fhort  and  hafty  is  our  life! 
JL  Jl  How  vaft  our  fouls'  affairs ! 
Yet  fenfelefs  mortals  .vainly  ftrive 

To  lavifh  out  their  years. 

2  Our  days  run  thoughtleflly  along, 

Without  a  moment's  flay  ; 
Juft  like  a  ftory,  or  a  fong, 

We  pafs  our  lives  away. 
#3  God  from  on  high  invites  us  home  I 

But  we  march  heedlefs  on, 
And  ever  haft'ning  to  the  tomb, 

Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 
4  How  we  deferve  the  deepeft  hell, 

Who  flight  the  joy  above  ! 
What  chains  of  vengeance  mould  we  fee?> 

Who  break  fiich  cords  of  love  ! 
%  Draw  us,  O  God,  with  fov'reign  grace, 

And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 
That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 

And  fee  falvation  nigh. 

Jfc.^M%      I        

Hr  mn    XXXIII.     Common  Metre. 
The  blejfed  feciety  in  heaven. 
\  IP)  AISE  thee,  my  foul,  fly  up  and  run 
JLv.  Through  ev'ry  heav'nly  ftreet, 
And  fay — there's  naught  below  the  fun* 
That's  worthy  of  thy  feet 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  44* 

%  [Thus  will  we  mount  on  facred  wings, 
And  tread  the  courts  above  : 
Nor  earth,  nor  all  her  mightieft  things* 
Shall  tempt  our  meaneft  love.} 

3  There  on  a  high  majeftic  throne* 

Th'  almighty  Father  reigns, 
And  fheds  his  glorious  goodnefs  dowft 
On  all  the  blifsful  plains. 

4  Bright,  like  the  fun,  the  Saviour  fits, 

And  fpreads  eternal  noon  ; 
No  ev'nings  there,  nor  gloomy  nights*. 
To  want  the  feeble  moon. 

5  Amidft  thofe  ever-mining  ikies* 

Behold  the  facred  Dove, . 
While  banifh'd  fin  and  forrow  flies 
From  all  the  realms  of  love. 

6  The  glorious  tenants  of  the  place, 

Stand  bending  round  the  throne  r 
And  faints  and  feraphs  fing  and  praiie- 
The  infinite  Tmree-Oxe. 

7  [But,  O  what  beams  of  heav'nly  grace 

Tranfport  them  all  the  while  ; 
Ten  thoufandfmiles  from  y^-face, 

And  love  in  ev^ry  fmile  !] 
$  Jefus,  and  when  fhall  that  dear  day, 

That  joyful  hour  appear, 
When  I  fhall  leave  this  houfe  of  day. 

To  dwell  among  'em.  there  ? 

Hymn    XXXIV.    Common  Metre. 
Breathing   after  the  Holy    Spirit  :  er,  fefW&ty   $f 

deuotian  dejired. 
I   /~lOME,  Holy  Spirit,  freav'nly  Dove 
Vy  With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs 
Kindle  a  flame  of  facred  loye 
In  thefe  cold,  hearts. QfmiisKr 


44-2  HYMNS  AND  B.  ft. 

2  Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  thefe  trifling  toys  : 
Our  fouls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  fongs, 

In  vain  we  ftrive  to  rife  ; 
Mofannas  languifh  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord !  and  mall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  fo  faint,  fo  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  fo  great  ! 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dcve, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 
Come,  fried  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  fhall  kindle  ours. 


Hymn    XXXV.     Common  Metre . 
Praife  to  God  for  creation  and  redemption, 
i   "T    ET  thofe  neglett  thy  glory,  Lord, 
JL^  Who  never  knew  thy  grace  ; 
But  our  loudfong  mall  ftill  record 
The  wonders  of  thy  praife. 
a  We  raife  our  fhouts,  O  God,  to  thee, 
And  fend  them  to  thy  throne  ; 
All  glory  to  th'  united  Three, 
The  undivided  One. 

3  'Twas  he  (and  we'll  adore  his  name^ 

Who  form'd  us  by  a  word  ; 
'Tis  he  reftor'd  our  ruin'd  frame : 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  ! 

4  Hofanna !  let  the  earth  and  Ikies 

Repeat  the  joyful  found  ; 
Rocks,  hills,  and  vales  reflecl  the  voice 
In  one  eternal  round. 


3.  II.-      SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         m 

My  mn    XXXVI.    Short  Metre, 
Chrift'j  intercejjton. 

1  'TTTELL,  the  Redeemer's  gone 

VV    T'  appear  before  a  God, 
To  fprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
With  his  atoning  blood. 

2  No  fiery  vengeance  now, 

No  burning  wrath  comes  down-; 
If  juftice  calls  for  finners'  blood, 
The  Saviour  (hews  his  own. 

3  Before  his  Father's  eye, 

Our  humble  fuit  he  moves  ; 
The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by, 

And  looks,  and  imiles,  and  loves. 

4  Now  mayxmr  joy ful  tongues 

Our  Maker's  honours  fing, 
jfefus  the  prieft,  receives  our  fongs, 
And  bears  them  to  the  King. 

5  [We  bow  before  his  face, 

And  found  his  glories  high, 
u  Hofanna  to  the  God  of  grace, 
Who  lays  his  thunder  by.] 

6  On  earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 

And  triumphs  all  above  :" 
But,  Lord,  how  weak  our  mortal  ftrains 
To  fpeak  immortal  love  ! 

7  [How  jar iing  and  how  low 

Are  all  the  notes  we  fing  ! 
Sweet  Saviour,  tune  our  fongs  anew, 
And  they  mall  pleafe  the  King.] 

Hymn    XXXVII.     Common  Metre. 
The  fame, 
i  T    IFT  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heav'nly  fea£ 
I  ^     Where  your  Redeemer  ftays  : 


444  HYMNS  ANB  B.  II. 

Kind  Interceflbr,  there  he  fits, 
And  loves,  and  pleads,  and.  prays. 
^  'Twas  well,  my  foul,  he  dy'd  for  thee, 
And  fhed  his  vital  blood, 
Appeas'd  ftern  juftice  on  the  tree, 
And  then  arofe  to  God, 
3  Petitions  now  and  praife  may  rife, 
And  faints  their  ofFrings  bring, 
The  Prieft  with  his  own  facrifice, 
Prefents  them  to  the  King. 
£  [Let  Papifts  truft  what  names  they  pleafe, 
Theirfaints  and  angels  boaft  ; 
We've  no  fuch  advocates  as  thefe, 
Nor  pray  to  th'heav'nly  hoft.] 

5  Vfefus  alone  fhall  bear  my  cries 

Up  to  his  Father's  throne* 
He,  dearefl  Lord,  perfumes  my  fighs, 
And  fweetens  ev'ry  groan. 

6  Ten  thoufand  praifes  to  the  King, 

Hofanna  in  the  highelt ; 
Ten  thoufand  thanks  ourfpirits  bring 
To  God,  and  to  his  Chrift*~\ 


Htmn    XXXVIII.    Common  Metre, 
Lwe  to  God. 

HAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign. 
Where  love  infpires  the  breafl : 
Love  is  the  brighteft  of  the  train,      jh 

And  ftrengthens  all  the  reft. 
Knowledge,  alas  !  'tis  all  in  vain, 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear  : 
Our  ftnbbom  fins  will  fight  and  reign, 

If  love  be  abfent  there. 
'Tis  love  which  makes  our  cheerful  feet 

Infwift  obedience  mov-cs 


&  II.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        44$ 

The  devils  know  and  tremble  too, 
But  Satan  cannot  love. 

4  This  is  the  grace  which  lives  and  fings, 

When  faith  and  hope  fhal-1  ceafe  ; 
'Tis  this  (hallftrike  our  joyful  firings 
In  the  fweet  realms  of  blifs. 

5  Before  we  quite  forfake  our  clay, 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
Let  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 
To  fee  our  fmiling  God. 


H  r  m  n    XXXIX.    Common  Metre,- 
The  Jhortnefs  and  mifery  of  life. 
i   /^\UR  days,  alas  1  our  mortal  days 
\_J    Are  fhort  and  wretched  too  > 
Evil  andfenu,  the  patriarch  fays, 
And  well  the  patriarch  knew,, 

2  'Tis  but  at  beft  a  narrow  bound, 

Which  heav'n  allows  to  men  ; 
And  pains,  and  fins,  run  through  the  round 
Of  threefcore  years  and  ten. 

3  Well,  if  ye  muft  be  fad  and  few, 

Run  on  my  days  in  hafte  ; 
Moments  of  fin,  and  months  of  woe, 
Ye  cannot  fly  too  fail. 

4  Let  heav'nly  love  prepare  my  foul, 

And  call  her  to  the  ikies. 
Where  years  of  long  falvation  roll, 
And  glory  never  dies. 

Hymn    XL.     Common  Metre. 
Our  comfort  In  the  covenant  made  with  Chris?. 

OUR  God,  how  firm  his  promife  ftands, 
Ev'n  when  he  hides  his  face ! 
Oo 


|^6  HYMNS    AND  B.  II 

He  trufts  in  our  Redeemer's  hands, 
His  glory  and  his  grace. 

2  Then  why,  my  foul,  thefe  fad  complaints, 

Since  Chriji  and  we  are  one  ? 
Thy  God  is  faithful  to  his  faints, 
Is  faithful  to  his  Son. 

3  Beneath  his  fmiles  my  heart  has  liv'd, 

And  part  of  heav'n  poffefs'd  ; 
I  praife  his  name  for  grace  receiv'd, 
And  trull  him  for  the  reft. 


Hymn    XLI.     Long  Metre. 
A  fight  of  God  mortifies  us.  to  thetvorld. 
i   [T  TP  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie, 
\j    And  living  waters  gently  roll, 
Fain  would  my  thoughts  leap  out  and  fiy, 
But  fin  hangs  heavy  on  my  foul. 
£  Thy  wond'rous  blood,  dear  dy'mgVhrifi, 
Can  make  this  world  of  guilt  remove  ; 
And  thou  canft  bear  me  where  thou  fly'ft, 
On  thy  kind  wings,  celeftial  Dove. 

3  O  might  I  once  mount  up  and  fee 
The  glories  of  th'  eternal  flues, 

What  little  things  thefe  worlds  would  be  ! 
How  defpicable  to  my  eyes.] 

4  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 
Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanifh  foon  $ 
Vanifh,  as  though  Ifaw  them  not, 

As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 

5  Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and  rave* 
I  lhould  perceive  the  noife  no  more 

Than  we  can  hear  a  making  leaf, 
While  rattling  thunders  round  us  roar. 
.6  Great  ALL  in  ALL,  eternal  King, 
Let  me  .but  view  thy  lovely  face, 


3.  II.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        447, 

And  all  my  powers  mall  bow  and  Ting 
Thine  endlefs  grandeur  and  thy  grace. 

Hymn    XLII.     Common  Metre. 

Delight  in  God. 

1  Tt  /TY  God,  what  endlefs  pleafures  dwell1' 
xVJL    Above,  at  thy  right  hand  ! 

Thy  courts  below,  how  amiable, 
Where  all  thy  graces  Hand  ! 

2  The  fwallow  near  thy  temple  lies, 

And  chirps  a  cheerful  note  ; 
The  lark  mounts  upward  tow'rd  the  ikies5 ; 
And  tunes  her  warbling  throat. 

3  And  we,  when  in  thy  prefence,  Lord, 

We  fhout  with  joyful  tongues ; 

Or  fitting  round  our  Father's  board, 

We.  crown  the  feaft  with  fongs. 

4  While  Jefus  mines  with  quickminggra.ee, 

We  fing  and  mount  on  nigh ; 
But  if  a  frown  becloud  his  face, 
We  faint,  an<l  tire,  and  die. 

5  Juft  aswe  fee  the  lonefome  dove 

Bemoan  her  widow'd  ftate, 
Wand'ring  me  flies  through  all  the  grove, 
And  mourns  her  loving  mate. 

6  Jirft  fo  our  thoughts  from  thing  to  thing, 

In  reftlefs  circles  rove  ; 
Juft  fo  we  droop  and  hang  the  wing, 
When  Jefus  hides  his  love. 


■N 


H  r  m  n    XLIII.    Long  Metre. 

QhiiVC  s  fujferings  and  glory, 

0W  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praife 
To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son  ! 


448  HYMNS    AND  B.  II. 

Awake,  my  voice  in  heav'nly  lays, 
Tell  the  loud  wonders  he  has  done. 
a  Sing  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light, 
And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above  j 
How  fwift  and  joyful  was  his  flight 
On  wings  of  everlafting  love. 

3  [Down  to  this  bafe,  this  finful  earth* 
He  came  to  raife  our  nature  high  ; 
He  came  t*  atone  almighty  wrath, 
Jefus  the  God  was  born  to  die.] 

4  [Hell  and  its  lions  roared  around, 
His  precious  blood  the  monfters  fpilt ; 
While  weighty  forrows  prefs'd  him  down> 
Large  as  the  loads  of  all  our  guilt.] 

^  Deep  in  the  fhades  of  gloomy  death, 
TV  almighty  captive  Pris'ner  lay  ? 
Th'  almighty  Captive  left  the  earth,. 
And  rofe  to  everlafting  day. 

6  Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  fons  of  light, 
Up  to  his  throne  of  mining  grace  ; 
See  what  immortal  glories  fit 
Round  the  fweet  beauties  of  his  face. 

7  Among  a  thoufand  harps  and  fongs, 
Jefus,  the  God,  exalted  reigns, 
His  facred  name  fills  all  their  tongues, 
And  echoes  through  the  heav'nly  plains  ! 

nmii —  i 

H  r  u  n    XLIV.     Long  Metre. 
Hell :  or,  the  'vengeance  of  God. 
$  TT7ITH  holy  fear  and  humble  fong, 
VV     The  dreadful  God  our  fouls  adore., 
Rev'renceandawe  become  the  tongue 
"Which  fpeaks  the  terrours  of  his  pow'r. 
2  Far  in  the  deep,  where  daxknefs  dwells., 
The  land  of  horror  and  defpair, 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         449* 

Juftice  has  built  a  difmal  hell, 

And  laid  her  ftores  of  vengeance  there, 

3  [Eternal  plagues,  and  heavy  chains, 
Tormenting  racks,  and  fi'ry  coals, 
And  darts  t'  inflift  immortal  pains, 
Dy'd  in  the  blood  of  damned  fouls. 

4  There  Satan,  the  firft  fmner  lies, 
And  roars,  and  bites  his  iron  bands  5- 
In  vain  the  rebel  ftrives  to  rife, 

Cruih'd  with  the  weight  of  both  thy  hands,-] 

5  There  guilty  ghofls  of  Adam's  race 
Shriek  out,  and  howl  beneath  thy  rod  ; 
Onc€  they  could  fcorn  a  Saviour's  grace,- 
And  fo  incens'd  a  dreadful  God. 

6  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  kifs  the  Son  ; 
Sinner,  obey  thy  Saviour's  call ; 
Elfe  your  damnation  haftens  on, 
And  hell  gapes  wide  to  wait  your  falL 

H  r  M.n    XLV.      Long  Metre. 
God's  condefcenjion  to  our  nuorjhip. 
t   r  I  ^HY  favours,  Lord,  furprife  our  fouls  :- 
JL     Will  the  Eternal  dwell  with  us  ? 
What  canft  thou  find  beneath  the  poles, 
To  tempt  thy  chariot  downward  thus  ? 

2  Still  might  he  fill  his  ftarry  throne, 
And  pleafe  his  ears  with  Gabriel's  fongs ; 
But.  th'  heav'nly  Majefty  comes  down, 
And  bows  to  hearken  to  our  tongues  \ 

3  Great  God !  what  poor  returns  we  pay 
For  love  fo  infinite  as  thine  : 

Words  are  but  air>  and  tongues  but  clay* 
But  thy  companion's  all  divine, 

Q  o  2 


450  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

Hymn    XLVI.     Long  Metre. 
God's  condefcenfion  to  human  affairs. 
i  "IT  TP  to  the  Lord  who  reigns  on  high, 
vJ    And  views  the  nations  from  afar, 
Let  everlafting  praifes  fly, 
And  tell  how  large  his  bounties  are ! 

2  [He  who  can  fhake  the  worlds  he  made> 
Or  with  his  word,  or  with  his  rod, 

His  goodnefs,  how  amazing  great  ! 
And  what  a  condefcending  God  1 

3  God,  who  muft  ftoop  to  view  thefkies> 
And  bow  to  fee  what  angels  do, 
Down  to  the  earth  he  cafts  his  eyes, 
And  bends  his  footfteps  downward  too.] 

4  He  over-rules  all  mortal  things, 
And  manages  our  mean  affairs : 
On  humble  fouls  the  King  of  kings* 
Beftows  his  counfels  and  his  cares. 

5?  Our  forrows  and  our  tears  we  pour 
Into  the  bofom  of  our  God  : 
He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour, 
And  helps  to  bear  the  heavy  loadc 

6  In  vain  might  lofty  princes  try 
Such  condefcenfion  to  perform  ; 

for  worms  were  never  rais'd  fo  high*  • 
Above  their  meaneft  fellow-worm.    I 

7  Oh !  could  our  thankful  hearts  devife 
A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace, 

To  the  third  heav'n  our  fongs  mould  rife^ 
And  teach  the  golden  harps  thy  praife. 


'N 


Hymn    XLVII.     Long  Metre. 
Glory  and  grace  in  the  per/on  of  Chrift. 
OW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  fong  ! 
Awake,  my  foul;  aw^py  tongue  ; 


B.  II.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        45* 

Ho/anna  to  thl  eternal  name, 

And  all  his  boundlefs  love  proclaim.. 

2  See  where  it  mines  in  J  ejus' face, 
The  brighteil  image  of  his  grace  ; 
God,  in  the  perfon  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  mightier!  works  outdone. 

3  The  fpacious  earth  and  fpreadino  flood, 
Proclaim  the  wife  and  pow'rful  God, 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 
Sparkle  in  ev'ry  rolling  ftar  : 

4.  But  in  his  looks  a  glory  ftands, 
The  nobleft  labour  of  thy  hands  : 
The  pleafmg  luftre  of  his  eyes, 
Outihines  the  wonders  of  the  Ikies. 

5  Grace  !  'tis  a  fweet,  a  charming  theme  5 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  J  ejus'  name  ! 

Ye  angels  dwell  upon  the  found  ! 
Ye  heav'ns  reflect  it  to  the  ground  ! 

6  Oh,  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face  ! 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  fing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold  I 

Hymn    XL VIII.     Common  Metre. 
Love  to  the  creatures  is  dangerous. 
1   TTQW  vam  are  all  things  here  below  1 
XT    How  falfe,  and  yet  how  fair  1 
Each  pleafure  hath  its  poifon  too ; 
And  ev'ry  fweet — a  fnare. 
%  The  brighter!  things  below  the  (ky 
Give  but  a  natt'ring  light ; 
We  mould  fufpeft  fome  danger  nigh,    ' 
Where  we  poflefs  delight. 
3  0ur  deareft  joys,  and  neareft  friends^ 
The  partners  of  our  blood, 


452  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God  \ 

4  The  fondnefs  of  a  creature's  love 

How  ftrong  it  ftrikes  the  fenfe  ! 
Thither  the  warm  affeclions  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  'em  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  foul's  eternal  food  ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 

Hymn    XLIX.    Common  Metre. 
Mofes  dying  in  the  embraces  of  God. 

1  TV^^**  cannot  make  our  fouls  afraid, 
JiJ  If  God  be  with  us  there  ; 

We  may  walk  through  the  darkefl  fhade,. 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 

2  I  could  renounce  my  all  below*. 

If  my  Creator  bid  ; 
And  run,  if  I  were  call'd  to  go, 
And  die  as  Mofes  did. 

3  Might  I  but  climb  to  Pifgah's  top, 

And  view  the  promis'd  land, 
My  fTefh  itfelf  mould  long  to  drop, 
And  pray  for  the  command. 

4  Clafp'd  in  my  heav'nly  Father's  arms, 

I  would  forget  my  breath, 
And  lofe  my  life  among  the  charms 
Offo  divine  a  death. 


N 


H  r  m  n     L.     Long  Metre* 
Comforts  under  farrows  and  pains* 
OW  let  the  Lord  my  Saviour  fmile, 
And  mew  my  name  upon  iii3  heart  % 


B.  II.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        453 

I  would  forget  my  pains  a  while, 
And  in  the  pleafure  lofe  the  fmart. 

2  But  Oh!  itfwells  my  forrows  high, 
To  fee  my  bleffed  jefus  frown  : 
My  fpirits  (ink,  my  comforts  die, 
And  all  the  fpringsof  life  are  down. 

3  Yet  why,  my  foul,  whythefe  complaints  £ 
Still  while  he  frowns  his  bowels  move  ; 
Still  on  his  heart  he  bears  his  faints, 
And  feels  their  forrows,  and  his  love, 

4  My  name  is  printed  on  his  breaft  ; 
His  book  of  life  contains  my  name, 
I'd  rather  have  it  their  imprefs'd, 
Than  in  the  bright  records  of  fame. 

5  When  the  laft  fire  burns  all  things  here* 
Thofe  letters  mail  fecurely  fraud, 
And  in  the  Limb's  fair  book  appear* 
Writ  by  th'  eternal  Father's  band. 

6  Now  let  my  minutes  fmoothly  run, 
While  here  I  wait  my  Father's  will  % 
My  rifmg  and  my  fetting  fun 

Roll  gently  up  and  down  the  hill. 

Hymn    LI.     Long  Metre. 
God  the  Son  equal  with  the  Father, 

1  Y)  RIGHT  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God  I 
J3  Our  fpirits  bow  before  thy  feat  ; 

To  thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought, 
And  worfhip  at  thine  awful  feet. 

2  [Thy  pow'r  hath  form'd,  thy  wifdom  fways* 
All  nature  with  a  fov'reign  word  : 

And  the  bright  world  of  ftars  obeys 
The  will  of  their  fuperiour  Lord.] 
J   [Mercy  and  truth  unite  in  one, 
And  fmiling  fit  at  thy  right  hand  ; 


4.54  HYMNS     AND  B.  IL 

Eternal  juftice  guards  thy  throne, 

And  vengeance  waits  thy  dread  command.} 

4  A  thoufarrd  feraphs  ft  rong  and  bright. 
Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity  ; 

But  who  among  the  ions  of  light., 
-Pretends  companion  with  thee  ? 

5  Yet  there  is  one  of  human  frame, 
Jefus  array'd  in  flefh  and  blood, 
Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 

A  full  equality  with  God. 

6  Their  glory  mines  with  equal  beams ', 
Their  elTence  is  for  ever  one  ; 

Tho*  they  are  known  by  difPrent  names, 
The  Father  God,  and  God  the  Son. 

7  Then  let  the  name  of  Chriji  our  King 
With  equal  honours  be  ador'd  ; 

His  praife  let  ev'ry  angel  fing, 
And  all  the  nations  own  theLord^ 


Hymn    LII.     Common  Metre. 

Death  dreadful,  or  delightful. 
JLATH,  'tis  a  melancholy  day 
To  thofe  who  have  no  God, 
When  the  poor  foul  is  forc'd  away. 
To  feek  her  laft  abode. 

2  In  vain  to  heav'n  ihe  lifts  her  eyes  : 

For  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  fkies> 
To  darknefs,  fire,  and  pain.  • 

3  Awake,  and  mour-n,  ye  heirs  of  hell, 

Let  ftubborn  fmners  fear  ; 
You  muil  be  driv'n  from  earth,  and  dwell 
A  long  forever  there. 

4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you, 

And  flalhes  in  your  face  ; 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        455 

And  thou,  my  foul,  look  downwards  too, 
And  fing  recov'ring  grace. 

5  He  is  a  God  of  fov'reign  love, 

Who  promised  heav'n  to  me, 
And  taught  my  foul  to  foar  above, 
Where  happy  fpirits  be. 

6  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand, 

Then  come  the  joyful  day  ; 
Come  death,  and  fome  celeitiai  band, 
To  bear  my  foul  away. 


Hymn    LIII.     Common  Metre. 
^he  pilgrimage  of  the  faints  :  or,  earth  and  heaven-* 

1  X    ORD-1  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 

1   j  Which  yields  us  no  fupply  ; 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholefome  trees, 
Nor  ftreams  of  living  joy  ! 

2  But  pricking  thorns  thro'  all  the  ground* 

And  mortal  poifons  grow, 
And  all  the  rivers  that  are  found, 
With  dang'rous  waters  flow. 

3  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 

Lies  thro'  this  horrid  land  : 
Lord !  we  would  keep  the  heav'nly  road, 
And  run  at  thy  command. 

4  Our  fouls  fhall  tread  the  defart  thro' 

With  undiverted  feet ; 
And  faith  and  flaming  zeal  fubdue 
The  terrours  which  we  meet. 

5  [A  thoufand  favage  beafb  of  prey, 

Around  the  foreft  roam  : 
But  Judahh  Lion  guards  the  way, 
And  guides  the  ftrangers  hQme.J 


456  HYMNS    AND  B.  II, 

6  [Long  nights  and  darknefs  dwell  below, 

With  fcarce  a  twinkling  ray  ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  we  go, 
Is  everlaiting  day.] 

7  By  giimrn'ring  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears, 

We  trace  the  facred  road ; 
Thro'  difmal  deeps,  and  dang'rous  fnares, 
We  make  our  way  to  God. 

8  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 

But  we  march  upwards  ftill ; 
Forget  thefe  troubles  of  the  ways, 
And  reach  at  Zion's  hill. 
g  [See  the  hind  angels  at  the  gates, 
Inviting  us  to  come  ! 
There  J.efus  the  Forerunner  waits 
To  welcome  trav'lers  home.] 
#o  [There,  on  a  green  and  flow'ry  mount, 
Our  weary  fouls  mail  fit, 
And  with  tranfporting  joys,  recount 
The  labours  of  our  feet. 
1 1  No  vain  difcourfe  ihall  fill  our  tongue'. 
Nor  trifles    vex  our  ear; 
Infinite  grace  fhall  fill  our  fong, 
And  God  rejoice  to  hear. 
1-2  Eternal  glories  to  the  King 

Who  brought  us  fafely  through  ; 
Our  tongues  fhall  never  ceafe  to  fing, 
And  endlefs  praife  renew.] 

H  y  m  n    LIV.     Common  Metre. 
God's  prefence  is  light  in  darknejs. 
t   "II   Jf  Y  God,  the  fpring  of  all  my  joys* 
1V1  The  life  or"mv  delights, 
"The  glory  of  my  brighteft  days, 
Arid  comfort  of  my  nights. 


B.IL         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        w 

In  darken:  fhades  if  he  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  1 
He  is  my  foul's  fweet  morning-fta?, 

And  he  my  rifing  fun. 

3  The  op'ning  heav'ns  around  me  mine 
With  beams  of  facred  blifs, 

While  Jefus  mews  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whifpers— /  am  his. 

4  My  foul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
At  that  tranfporting  word, 

Run  up  with  joy  the  mining  way, 

T»  embrace  my  deareft  Lord. 
Fearlefs  of  hell  and  ghaftiy  death, 

I'd  break  through  ev'ry  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 

Should  bear  me  conqu'ror  through. 

■Hymn    LV.     Common  Metre. 
Frail  life  ana Succeeding  eternity. 

1  r-pHEE  we  adore,  eternal  name, 
A       And  humbly  own  to  thee, 

How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame  ; 
What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 

2  [Our  wafting  lives  grow  fhorter  ftiil. 

As  months  and  days  increafe  ; 
And  ev  ry  beating  pulfe  we  tell, 

Leaves  but  the  number  left 
The  year  rolls  round,  and  fteals  away 

The  breath  which  fxrft  it  gave;       * 
Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 

Were  trailing  to  the  grave.] 

I  Da"-ers  tnd  thick  th">'  ^  the  ground, 
To  puft  us  to  the  tomb;  S 

Ai^  fierce  difeafes  wait  around, 
10  nu^7  mortals  home. 


*  458  HYMNS  AND  B.  If. 

,5  Good  God  !  on  what  a  {lender  thread 
Hang  everlafting  things  ! 
Th'  eternal  flares  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  firings  ! 
6  Infinite  joy  or  endlefs  woe 
Attends  on  ev'ry  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  deatru 
7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowfy  fenfe 
To  walk  this  dang'rous  road  ; 
And  if  our  fouls  are  hurry'd  hence,, 
May  they  be  found  with  God. 


H  r  m  n    LVI.     Common  Metre. 

The  mifery  of  being  without  God  in  this  world :  tif+ 

'vain  prosperity. 

x  1VJO,  I  mail  envy  them  no  more 
X\      Who  grow  profanely  great, 
Though  they  increafe  their  golden  flore., 
And  rife  to  wond'rous  height. 
jz  They  tafle  of  all  the  joys  which  grow 
Upon  this  earthly  clod  ! 
Well,  they  may  fearch  the  creature  through. 
For  they  have  ne'er  a  God  : 
.3  Shake  off  the  thoughts  of  dying  too, 
And  think  your  life  your  own  ; 
But  death  comes  haft'nin^  ,  i  to  you, 
To  mow  your  glory  down. 
4  Yes,  you  muft  bow  your  {lately  head., 
Away  your  fpirit  flies, 
And  no  kind  angel  near  your  bed, 
To  bear  it  to  the  ikies. 
,5  Go  now  and  boafl  of  all  your  floret 
And  tell  how  bright  they  mine ; 


B.  II.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        459 

Your  heaps  of  giitt'ring  duft  are  yours, 
And  my  Redeemer's  mine. 

Hymn     LVII.     Long  Metre. 
The  pleafures  of  a  good  cqnfcieme. 
r  "T"     ORD,  how  fecure  and  bleft  are  they 
}   j  Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardon'd  fin  ! 
.  Should  ftorms-of  wrath  make   earth  and  fea, 
.     Their  minds  have  heav'n  and  peace  within. 
'&  The  day  glides  fv/eetly  o'er  their  heads, 
Made  up  of  innocence  and  love  : 
And  foft  and  filent  as  the  fhades, 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 
3-  [Quick  as  their  thoughts  their  joys  come  OB& 
But  fly  not  half  fo  fair,   away  ; 
Their  fouls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
And  calm  as  fummer  ev'nings  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  th'  heav'nly  hills, 
Where  groves  of  living  pleafures  grow, 
And  longing  hopes  and  cheerful  fmiles  - 
Sit  undifturb'd  upon  their  brow.] 

5  They  fcorn  to  feek  cur  golden  toys, 
But  fpend  the  day  and  mare  the  night  • 
In  numb'ring  o'er  the  richer  joys  ■ 
Which  heav'n  prepares  for  their  delight. 

6  While  wretched  we,  like  worms  and  mofes^  • 
Lie  grov'ling  in  the  duft  below  ; 
Almighty  grace,  renew  our  fouls, 

And  we'll  afpire  to  glory  too. 

Hymn    LVIII.     Common  Metre. 
*The  Jhortnefs  of  life,  and  the  goodnefs  cfGoD,., 
2  -•  r  1  "'IME !  wrhat  an  empty  vapour  'tis  ! 
JL       And  days  how  fwift  they  are ! 
Swift  as  an  Indian  arrow  flies, 
QrJikjea  ihooting  ftar, 


46a  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

2  [The  prefent  moments  juft  appeaF, 

Then  fly  away  in  hafte, 
That  we  can  never  foj —they're  here, 
But  only  fay — thefrepaft, 

3  Our  life  is  ever  on  the  wing, 

And  death  is  ever  nigh  ; 
The  moment  when  our  lives  begin. 
We  all  begin  to  die.] 

4  Yet,  mighty  God  !  our  fleeting  days 

Thy  laiting  favours  fnare, 
Yet  with  the  bounties  of  thy  grace 

Thou  load'fl  the  rolling  year. 
ij  'Tis  fov'reign  mercy  finds  us  food, 

And  we  are  clothM  with  love  ? 
While  grace  ftands  pointing  out  the  road;, 

"Which  leads  our  fculs  above. 

6  His  g^odnefs  runs  an  endlefs  round  ; 

All  glory  to  the  Lord  ! 
His  mercy  never  knows  a  bound  ; 
And  be  his  name  ador'd ! 

7  Thus  we  begin  the  lafting  fong  r 

And  when  we  clofe  our  eyes, 
Let  the  next  age  thypraife  prolong 
'Till  time  and  nature  dies. 


II  r  m  n    LIX.     Common  Metre. 
Paradife  on  earth. 
/   1  LORY  to  God  who  walks  the  fky, 
VJT     And  fends  his  bleflings  through  y. 
Who  tells  his  faints  of  joy  on  high, 

And  gives  a  tafte  below. 
•[Glory  to  God  who  ftoops  his  throne, 

That  duft  and  worms  may  fee't. 
And  brings  a  glimpfe  of  glory  down. 

Around  his  iacred  feet. 


EtL        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        461 : 

3^  When  Chrijl,  with  all  his  graces  crown'd, 
Sheds  his  kind  beams  abroad, 
'Tis  a  young  heav'n  on  earthly  ground., .- 
And  glory  in  the  bud. 
4. -A  blooming  paradife  of  joy 
In  this  wild  defart  fprings, 
And  ev'ry  fenfe  I  ftrait  employ . 
On  fweet  celetlial  things. 
5^  White  lillies  all  around  appear, 
And  each  his  glory  mows  ; 
The  Rofe  of  Sharon  bloffoms  here,  * 
The  faireft  fiow'r  that  blows. 

6  Cheerful  I  feaft.on  heav'nly  fruit, 

And  bring  the  pleasures  down— 
Pleafures  which  blow  hard  by  the  foot ~ 
Of  the  eternal  throne.] 

7  But  ah  !  how  foon  my  joys  decay, 

How  foon  my  fins  arife, 
And  fnatch  the  heav'nly  fcene  away 
From  thefe  lamenting  eyes  ! 

8  When  mail  the  time,  dear  Jefus,  when 

The  mining  day  appear, 
That  I  fhall  leave  thofe  clouds  of  fin. 
And  guilt  and  darknefs  here  ? 

9  Up  to  the  fields  above  the  fkies, 

My  hafty  feet  would  go, 
There  everlafting.flow'rs  arife, , 
And  joys  unwith'ring  grow. 

Hy-mn    LX.    Long  Metre. 
The  truth  of  God  the  Promt  fer  :  or,  the  promifes  ard- 
our fecurity. 
1   YJRAISE,  everlafting  praife  be  paid 
X     To  him  who  earth's  foundations  laid  3 
Praife  to  the  God,  whofe  (trong  decrees 
Sway  the  creation  as  he  oleafe»  .     . 
P  p  z 


462  HYMNS  AND  B.  IL 

2  Praife  to  the  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word, 
And  there  as  ftrong  as  his  decrees, 
He  fets  hiskindeft  promifes. 

3  [Firm  are  the  words  his  prophets  give, 
Sweet  words  on  which  his  children  live  ;. 
Each  of  them  is  the  voice  of  God, 
Who  fpoke  and  fpread  the  fides  abroad. 

4  Each  of  them  pow'rful  as  that  found, 
Which  bid  the  new-made  world  go  round; 
And  ftronger  than  the  folid  poles, 

On  which  the  wheels  of  nature  rolls.] 

5  Whence  thenfhould  doubts  and  fears  arife  ? 
Why  trickling  forrows  drown  our  eyes  ? 
Slowly,  alas  1   our  mind  receives 

The  comforts  which  our  Maker  gives. 

6  Oh,  for  a  ftrong,  a  lafting  faith, 

To  credit  what  th'  Almighty  faith  X 
T'  embrace  the  meffage  of  his  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heav'n  our  own. 

*j  Then  mould  the  earth's  old  pillars  make,, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break  ; 
Our  fteady  fouls  mall  fear  no  more 
Than  folid  rocks  when  billows  roar. 

S  Our  everlafting  hopes  arife 
Above  the  ruinable  fkies, 
Where  the  eternal  Builder  reigns, 
And  his  own  courts  hispow'r  fuftains. 


H  r  m  n    LXI.     Common  Metre. 
A  thought  of  death  and gl cry, 

MY  foul  come  meditate  the  day, 
And  think  how  near  it  itands, 
When  thou  muflquit  this  houfe  of  clay 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        463 

2  [And  you,  mine  eyes,  look  down  and  view 

The  hollow  gaping  tomb  : 
This  gloomy  prifon  waits  for  you, 
Whene'er  the  fummons  come,] 

3  Oh  I.  could  we  die  with  thofe  who  die> 

And  place  us  in  their  ftead  ; 
Then  would  our  fpirits  learn  to  fly, 
And  converfe  with  the  dead  : 

4  Then  mould  we  fee  the  faints  above, 

Xn  their  own  glorious  forms, 
And  wonder  why  our  fouls  mould  love 

To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 
£  [How  we  mould  fcorn  thefe  clothes  of  fteih>, 

Thefe  fetters,  and  this  Wad, 
And  long  for  ev'ning  to  undrefs, 

That  we  may  reft  with  God.] 
6  We  mould  almoft  forfake  our  clay 

Before  the  fummons  come, 
And  pray  and  wifh  our  fouls  away 

To  their  eternal  home. 


Hymn    LXII.     Common  Metre. 
God  the.  Thunderer  :  ory  the  I  aft  judgment  and  helk* 
1   O ING  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hofts, 
£3     And  thou,  O  earth,  adore  : 
Let  death  and  hell,  through  all  their  coafts,, 
Stand  trembling  at  his  pow'r. 
"2  His  founding  chariot  makes  the  iky,. 
He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne  ; 
There  all  his  ftores  of  lightning  lie, 
'Till  vengeance  darts  them  down. 
3  His  noftrils  breathe  out  iiery  ftreams, 
And  from  his  awful  tongue 


Made  in  a  fudden  great  farm  of  thunder, 
Auguft  the  2Qth3  169.7, 


464  HYMNS    AND  B.  IT. 

A  fov'reign  voice  divides  the  flames, 
And  thunder  roars  along. 

4  Think,  O  my  foul,  the  dreadful  day 

When  this  incenfed  God 
Shall  rend  the  fky,  and  burn  the  fea, 
And  fling  his  wrath  abroad  ! 

5  What  fhall  the  wretch,  the  finner  do  ? 

He  once  defy'd  the  Lord  ; 
But  he  mail  dread  the  Thund'rer  now, 
And  fink  beneath  his  word. 

6  Tempefts  of  angry  Are  fhall  roli, 

To  blaft  the  rebel  worm, 
And  beat  upon  his  naked  foul 
In  one  eternal  ftorm. . 


Hymn    LXIII.    Common  Metre. 
A  funeral  thought. 

1  TTARK !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  foundV 
X  JL  'vfy  ears  attend  the  cry, 

"  Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
Wrhere  you  mufr  Ihortly  lie. 

2  Princes,  this  clay  muft  be  your  bed, 

In  fpite  of  all  your  tow'rs  ; 
The  tall,  the  wife,  the  rev'rend  head, 

Muft  lie  as  low  as  ours." 
5  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  ftill  fecure  ! 
Still  walking  downwards  to  our  tomb, 

And  yet  prepare  no  more  ! 
4  Grant  us  the  pow'rs  of  quickening  grace. 

To  fit  our  fouls  to  fly  ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flefb, 

We'll  rife  above  the  iky. 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         46$ 

Hymn    LXIV.     Long    Metre. 
God  the  glory  and  defence  ofZAon. 

1  T  TAPPY  the  church,  thou  facred  place* 
XJl  The  feat  of  thy  Creator's  grace  ; 
Thine  holy  courts  are  his  abode  : 

Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 

2  Thy  walls  are  ftrength,  and  at  thy  gate 
A  guard  of  heav'nly  warriours  wait ; 
Nor  fhallthy  deep  foundations  move-, 
Fix'd  on  his  counfeis  and  his  love. 

3  Thy  foes  in  vain  defigns  engage, 
Againft  his  throne  in  vain  they  rage  ; . 
Like  rifmg  waves  with  angry  roar, 
Which  dalh  and  die  upon  the  more. 

4  Then  let  our  fouls  in  Zion  dwell, 
Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  Rome,  and  hell  ; 
His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground^ 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 

5  God  is  our  mield,  and  God  our  fun  ; , 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
On  us  he  fheds  new  beams  of  grace,, 
And  we  reflect  his  brighter!  praife. 

Hymn    LXV.       Common  Metre. 
The  hope  of  heaven  our  fupport  under  trials  on  earths 

1  TT  THEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

V  V       To  manfions  in  the  fkies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  againft  my  foul  engage. 

And  hellifn  darts  be  hurl'd, 

Then  I  can  fmile  at  Satan 's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge  come^ 

And  fiorms  of  forrow  fail  * 


466  HYMNS  AND  B.  IT. 

May  I  but  iafely  reach  my  home, 

My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all : 
4  There  mall  I  bathe  my  weary  foul 

In  leas  of  heav'nly  reft, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 

Acrofs  my  peaceful  breafl. 


Hymn    LXVI.    Common  Metre. 
A  prcfpeEl  of  heav'n  makes  death  eajj. 

1  rnpKERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

X       Where  faints  immortal  reign, 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleafures  banifh  pain. 

2  There  everlafling  fpring  abides, 

And  never-with'ring  flow'rs : 
Death,  like  a  narrow  lea,  divides 
This  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 

3  [Sweet  fields  beyond  the  fwelling  flood, 

Stand  drefs'd  in  living  green  ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  flood, 
While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  flart  and  fhrink, 

To  crofs  this  narrow  fea, 
And  linger,  fhiv'ring  on  the  brink, 
Thro'  fear  to  launch  away.] 

5  Oh,  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Thofe  gloomy  doubts  that  rife, 
And  fee  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeciouded  eyes  ! 
6 1  Could  we  but  climb  where  Mofes  flood, 
And  view  the  landfcape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  flream,  nor  death's  cold  flood. 
Should  fright  us  from  the  more. 


II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  46; 

Hyuii    LXVII.     Common  Metre. 
.God's  eternal  dominion. 

GREAT  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou  X 
What  worthlefs  worms  are  we  1 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 

And  pay  their  praife  to  thee. 
Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood., 

Ere  feas  or  ftars  were  mc.de  : 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 

Were  all  the  nations  dead. 
Nature  and  time  quite  naked  lie 

To  thine  immenfe  furvey, 
From  the  formation  of  the  Iky, 

To  the  great  burning-day. 
Eternity  !  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  prefent  in  thy  view  ; 
To  thee,  there's  nothing  old  appears  ; 

Great  GOD  !  there's  nothing  new. 
Our  lives  thro'  various  fcenes  are  drawi% 

And  vex'd  with  trilling  cares, 
While  thine  eternal  thoughts  move  on 

Thine  undilturb'd  affairs. 
Great  GOD  !  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 

What  worthlefs  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 

And  pay  their  praife  to  thee. 

Hymn    LXVIII.     Common  Metre. 
The  bumble  worjkip  of  heaven. 

FATHER,  I  long,  I  faint  to  fee 
The  place  of  thine  abode  ; 
I'd  leave  thy  earthly  courts,  and  Acs  ■ 

Up  to  thy  feat,  my  God  ! 

Here  I  behold  thy  diftant  face, 

And  'tis  a  pleafmg  fight  5 


468 


HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 


But,  to  abide  in  thine  embrace, 
Is  infinite  delight. 

3  I'd  part  with  all  the  joys  of  fenfe, 

To  gaze  upon  thy  throne  ; 
Pleafure  fprings  freih  for  ever  thence, 
Unfpeakable,  unknown. 

4  [There  all  the  heav'nly  hofts  are  feen, 

In  mining  ranks  theymove„ 
And  drink  immortal  vigour  in, 
With  wonder,  and  with  love, 
j  Then  at  thy  feet  with  awful  fear, 
Th'  adoring  armies  fall  : 
With  joy  they  lhrink  to  nothing  there. 
Before  th'  eternal  ALL. 
6  There  I  would  vie  with  all  the  hoft> 
In  duty  and  in  blifs  ; 
While  lefs  than  nothing  I  could  boaft, 
And  vanity  confefs.] 
g  The  more  thy  glories  ftrike  mine  eyes, 
The  humbler  I  fhall  lie  ; 
Thus  while  I  fink,  my  joy  fnall  rife 
Unmeafurably  high. 

H  r  m  n    LXIX.     Common  Metre. 
The  faithfulnefs  of  God  in  the  promifes. 
\   [TpjEGIN,  my  tongue,  fome  heav'nly  theme, 
JJ3  And  fpeak  fome  boundlefs  thing, 
The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name 
Of  our  eternal  King. 
2,  Tell  of  his  wond'rous  faithfulnefs, 
And  found  his  pow'r  abroad, 
Sing  the  fweet  promife  of  his  grace. 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  Proclaim  falvation,  from  the  Lord^ 
For  wretched  dying  m#n  ; 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        469 

His  hand  has  writ  the  facred  word 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4  Engrav'd,  as  in  eternal  brafs, 

The  mighty  promife  fhines  ; 
Nor  can  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  raze 
Thofe  eVerlafting  lines.] 

5  [He  who  can  dam  whole  worlds  to  death, 

And  make  them  when  he  pleafe, 
But  fpeaks,  and  that  almighty  breath. 
Fulfils  his  .great  decrees, 

6  His  very  word  of  grace  is  ftrong 

As  that  which  built  the  ikies  ; 
The  voice  which  rolls  the  liars  along, 
Speaks  all  the  prom ifes. 

7  He  laid,  let  the  wide  hearfnbe  fpread. 

And  hectv'n  was  flretch'd  abroad  ; 
Abraham,  V 11  be  thy  God,  he  raid, 
And  he  was  AbratimH  God. 

3  Oh,  might  I  hear  thy  heav'nly  tongue' 
But  whifper,  thou  art  mine  ! 
Thofe  gentle  words  mould  raife  my  fong ; 
To  notes  almofr  divine. 
9  How  would  my  leaping  heart  rejoice, 
And  think  my  heav'n  fecure  ! 
I'd  truft  the  all-creating  voice, 
And  faith  defires  no  more.] 

77  r  m  n    LXX.    Long  Metre. 
God's  dominion  over  thefea,     Pfal.  evil.  23,  &€• 

1  /^  OD  of  the  feas,  thy  thund'ring  voice 
\JX  Makes  all  the  roaring  waves  rejoice !    • 
And  one  foft  word  of  thy  command 

Can  fink  them  filent  in  the  fand. 

2  If  but  a  Mofes  wave  thy  rod, 

The  fea  divides,  and  owns  its  God  % 


470  HYMNS  AND  B.  IL 

Theftormy  floods  their  Maker  knew, 
And  let  his  chofen  armies  through. 

3  The  fcaly  fhoals  amidft  the  fea 

To  thee,  their  Lord,  a  tribute  pay  ; 
The  meaneft  fifh  that  fwims  the  flood, 
Leaps  up,  and  means  a  praife  to  God. 

4  [The  larger  monfters  of  the  deep, 
On  thy  commands  attendance  keep  ; 
By  thy  permiffion,  fport  andpky, 
And  cleave  along  their  foaming  way. 

5  If  God  his  voice  of  tempeft  rears, 
Leviathan  lies  ftill,  and  fears  ; 
Anon  he  lifts  his  noftrils  high, 
And  fpouts  the  ocean  to  the  Iky.] 

6  How  is  thy  glorious  pow'r  ador'd, 
Amidft  thefe  wat'ry  nations,  Lord  ! 
Yet  the  bold  men  who  trace  the  feas, 
Bold  men  refufe  their  Maker's  praife. 

7  [What  fcenes  of  miracles  they  fee, 
And  never  tune  a  fong  to  thee  ! 
While  on  the  flood  they  fafely  ride, 

They  curfe  the  hand  which  fmooths  the  ti^e* 

8  Anon  they  plunge  in  wat'ry  graves, 

And  fome  cfrink  death  among  the  waves  ; 
Yet  the  furviving  crew  blafpheme, 
Nor  own  the  God  who  refcu'd  them.] 

9  Oh,  for  fome  fignal  of  thy  hand  ! 
Shake  all  the  feas,  Lord,  fhake  the  land  ; 
Great  Judge,  defcend,  left  men  deny 
"That  there's  a  God  who  rules  the  Iky. 


Hymn    LXXI.     Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  Gob  from  all  creatures. 
i  npHE  glories  of  my  Maker,  God, 
X     My  joyful  voice  ihall  fing, 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        47* 

And  call  the  nations  to  adore 
Their  Former  and  their  King. 

2  'Twas  his  right  hand  which  fhap'd  our  cla/, 

And  wrought  this  human  frame  ; 
But  from  his  own  immediate  breath, 
Our  nobler  fpirits  came. 

3  We  bring  our  mortal  pow'rs  to  God, 

And  worfhip  with  our  tongues  ; 
We  claim  fome  kindred  with  the  fktes*- 
And  join  th'  angelic  fongs. 

4  Let  grov'ling  beafts  of  ev'ry  fhape,. 

And  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing, 
And  rocks,  and  trees,  and  fires,  and  feis, 
Their  various  tribute  bring. 

5  Ye  planets  to  his  honour  mine, 

And  wheels  of  nature  roll, 
Praife  him  in  your  unweary'd  courfe 
Around  the  fleady  pole. 

6  The  brightnefs  of  our  Maker's  name 

The  wide  creation  fills, 
And  his  unbounded  grandeur  flies 
Beyond  the  heav'nly  hills. 

Hymn    LXXII.     Common  Metre. 
The  Lord's  day  :   or,  the    refurretiion  of  Chrift, 
"  Left  morning,  whofe  young  dawning  ray  3 

Beheld  our  rifing  God  ; 
rhich  faw  him  triumph  o'er  the  duft, 
And  leave  his  laft  abode. 

2  In  the  cold  prifon  of  a  tomb 

The  dead  Redeemer  lay, 
'Till  the  revolving  ikies  had  brought 
The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 

To  hold  our  God  in  vain ; 


472  -HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

The  fleeping  Conqueror  arofe, 
And  burit  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To.  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 

Thefe  facred  hours  we  pay, 
And  loud  Ho/annas  mall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 

5  [Salvation. and  immortal  praife 

To  our  victorious  King  ; 
Letheav'n  and  earth,  and  rocks,  andfeasy 
With  glad  Hof annas  ring.] 

//  r  m  -v     LXXIII.     Common  Metre. 
Doubts  featured  i  *r,  fpirituai.joys  refiortd. 

i  T  TENCH  from  my  foul  fad  tho'tsbe-gone> 
JLjL  And  leave  me-to  my  joys  ; 
My  tongue  fhall  triumph  in  my.God, 
And  make  a  joyful  noife. 

2  Darknefs  and  doubts  had  veiPd  my  mir.il> 

And  drown'd  my  head  in  tears, 
'Till  fov'reign  grace  with  mining -rays, 
Bifpei'd  .my  gloomy  .fears. 

3  Oh,  what  immortal  joys  I  felt, 

And  raptures  all  divine, 
When  J^-ftold  me— /acw  bis, 
And  ?/:y  Beloved  mine  / 

4  In  vain  the  tempter  frights  my  foul, 

And  breaks  my  peace  in  vain  ; 
One  glimpfe  dear  Saviour  of  thy  face 
Revives  my  joys  again. 


H  r-  m  n    LXXIV.     Short  Metre. 

Repentance  from  aj'enfe  of  divine   good  Kefs  :   or, 
complaint  of  ingratitude. 

I   TS  this  the  kind  return, 

X     And  thefe  the  thanks  we  owe. 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        473 

Thus  to  abufe  eternal  love, 

Whence  all  our  bleilings  flow  ! 

2  To  what  a  ftubborn  frame 

Has  fin  reduc'd  our  mind  I 

Whatftrange  rebellipus  wretches  we, 

And  God  as  ftrangely  kind  \ 

3  [On  us  he  bids  the  fun 

Shed  his  reviving  rays  ; 
For  us  the  Ikies  their  circles  run, 
To  lengthen  out  our  days. 

4  The  brutes  obey  their  God, 

And  bow  their  necks  to  men  j  ~ 
But  we  more  bafe,  more  brutiih  things, 
Reject  his  eafy  reign.] 

5  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 

And  mould  our  fouls  afrefh  ; 
Break,  fov'reign  grace,  thefe  hearts  of  ftone3 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flefh. 

6  Let  old  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes, 
And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 
Let  hourly  thanks  arife. 


Hymn    LXXV.     Common  Metre. 

Spiritual  and  eternal  joy :  or,  the  beatific  fight  ofCh  ri$, 
1   y?ROM  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  lhall  rife,, 
JT    And  run  eternal  rounds, 
Beyond  the  limits  of  the  fkies, 
And  all  created  bounds. 
%  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  foul 
Shall  death  Ltfelf  out-brave, 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 
And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 
3  There  where  my  blefled  Jefus  reigns 
In  heavVs  unmeafur'd  fpace, 


474  HYMNS    AND  B.  II. 

Til  fpend  a  long  eternity, 
In  pleafur-e  and  in  praife. 

4  Millions  of  years  my  v/ond'ring  eyes 

Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove, 
And  endlefs  ages  I'll  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  love. 

5  Sweet  JeJUs,  ev'ry  fmile  of  thine 

Shall  frefn  endearments  bring, 
And  thoufand  taftes  of  new  delights 
From  all  thy  graces  fpring. 

6  Hafte,  my  Beloved,  fetch  my  foul 

Up  to  thy  blefs'd  abode  ; 

Fly,  for  my  fpirit  longs  to  fee 

My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

,       M«l»i 

Hymn    LXXVI.     Common  Metre, 
The  re  fur  region  and  afcenfion  of  Chrift. 
i  £JOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  light, 
Who  cloth'd  himfelf  in  clay  ; 
Enter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 

2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread,. 

Since  our  hnmanuel  rofe  ; 
He  took  the  tyrant's  fting  away, 
And  fpoil'd  our  hellifn  foes. 

3  See  how  the  Conqu'ror  mounts  aloft> 

And  to  his  Father  flies, 
With  fears  of  honour  in  his  fiem. 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 

And  fcatters  bleflings  down  ; 
Our  Jefus  fills  the  middle  feat 
Of  the  celeftial  throne. 

5  [Raife  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 

To  reach  this  Weft  abode, 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS,        475 

Sweet  be  the  accents  of  yourfongs 

To  our  incarnate  God. 
6  Bright  angels,  itrike  your  loudeft  firings, 

Your  rWeeteft  voices  raife  ; 
Let  heaven,  and  all  created  things, 

Sound  our  Immanuel's  praife.j 

Hymn    LXXVJI.    Long.  Metre, 
The  chrlfiian  warfare. 

1  [OTand  up,  my  foul,  fhake  off  thy  fears* 

O    And  gird  the  gofpel  armour  041  ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endlefs  joy, 
Where  thy  great  Captain,  Saviour's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  fins  renft  thy  courfe, 
But  hell  and  tin  are  vanquihVd  foes  ; 
Thy  Jefus  nail'd  them  to  the  Crofs, 
And  fung  the  triumph  when  he  rofe.J 

3  [Whattho'  the  prince  of  darknefs  rage, 
And  wafte  the  fury  of  his  fpite  ? 
Eternal  chains  confine  him  down 

To  fiery  deeps,  and  endlefs  night. 

4  What  though  thine  inward  lulls  rebel  \ 
'Tis  but  a  ftrugglmg  gafp  for  life  ; 
The  weapons  of  victorious  grace 
Shall  Hay  thy  fins,  and  end  the  ft  rife. 

5  Then  let  my  foul  march  boldly  on, 
Prefs  forward  to  the  heav'nly  gate, 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glitt'ring. robes  for  conqu'rors  wait.. 
£  There  mall  I  wear  a  ftarry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  ikies 
Join  ia  my  glorious  Leader's  praife, 


4.76  HYMNS    AND  B.  IL 

H  r  m  n    LXXVIII.     Common  Metre. 
Redemption  by  Chrift. 
2   "\  P^  THEjM  the  firft  parents  of  our  race 
V  V      RebelFd  and  loft  their  God, 
And  the  infection  of  their  (in 
Had  tainted  all  our  blood  : 

2  Infinite  pity  touch 'd  the  heart 

Of  the  eternal  Son, 
Defcending  from  the  heav'nly  court, 
He  left  his  Father's  throne. 

3  Afide  the  Prince  of  Glory  threw 

His  moil  divine  array, 
And  wrap'd  his  Godhead  in  a  veil 
Of  ourinferiour  clay. 

4  His  living  pow'r,  and  dying  love, 

Redeem'd  unhappy  men  ; 
And  rais'd  the  ruins  of  our  race 
To  life  and  God  again. 

5  To  thee,  dear  Lord,  our  flefh  and  foul 

We  joyfully  refign  ; 
Bleft  Jefusy  take  us  for  thy  own, 
For  we  are  doubly  thine. 

6  Thine  honour  fhall  for  ever  be 

The  bufinefs  of  our  days, 
For  ever  fhall  our  thankful  tongues 
Speak  thy  deferved  praife. 

Hr  m  n    LXX1X.     Common  Metre. 
„  Praife  to  the  Redeemer. 

i  TTJLUNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  defpair, 
XT     ^'e  wretched  finners  lay 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  fpark  of  glimm'ring  day. 
2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 
Beheld  our  helplefs  grief  ; 


B.  II.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        477 

He  faw,  and  (0  amazing  love  !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  mining  feats  above 

With  joyful  hafte  he  fled, 
Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flem, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  He  fpoil'd  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  thus, 

And  brake  our  iron  chains  ; 
Jefus  has  freed  our  captive  fouls 
From  everlafting  pains. 

5  [In  vain  the  baffled  prince  of  hell 

His  curfed  projects  tries  ; 
We  who -were  doom'd  his  endlefs  Haves,    n 
Are  rais'd  above  the  ikies.] 

6  Oh,  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lafting  filence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praifes  fpeak. 

7  [Yes,  we  will  praife  thee,  deareft  Lord^ 

Our  fouls  are  all  on  flame  ; 
Hofanna  round  the  fpacious  earth 
To  thine  adored  name. 

8  Angels,  affift  our  mighty  joys-, 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ! 
But  when  you  raife  your  highefl  notes> 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told.] 


Htmn    LXXX.     Short  Metre. 
God's  awful  power  and  go&dnefs. 

1  /~\H  !  the  almighty  Lord  ! 

\J     How  matchlefs  is  his  pow'r  \ 
Tremble,  Q  earth,  beneath  his  word; 
While  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 

2  Let  proud  imperious  kings 

Bow  low  before  his  throne ! 


478  HYMNS  AND  B.  II, 

Crouch  to  his  feet,  ye  haughty  things, 
Or  he  will  tread  you  down. 

3  Above  the  ildes  he  reigas. 

And  with  amazing  biows 
He  deals  infufferable  pains 
On  his  rebellious  foes. 

4  Yeteverlafting  God, 

We  love  to  fpeak  thy  praife  ;. 
Thy  fceptre's  equal  to  thy  rod, 
The  fceptre  of  thy  grace. 

5  The  arms  of  mighty  love 

Defend  our  Zion  well, 
And  heav'nly  mercy  walls  us  round 
From  Babylon  and  hell. 

6  Salvation  to  the  King 

Who  fits  enthron'd  above  : 
Thus  we  adore  the  God  of  might, 
And  blefs  the  God  of  love. 


Hymn    LXXXI.     Common  Metre*- 
Ourfin  the  eaufe  */*ChrifVj  death. 
r     A  ND  now  the  fcales  have  left  mine  eyes, 
ii     Now  I  begin  to  fee  : 
Oh,  the  curs'd  deeds  my  fins  have  done  \ 
What  murd'rous  things  they  be  ! 

2  Were  thefe  the  traitors,  deareft  Lord, 

Which  thy  fair  body  tore  ? 
Monfters,  that  ftain'd'thofe  heav'nly  limbil 
With  floods  of  purple  gore  ? 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  which  I  had  done, 

My  deareft  Lord  was  flain. 
When  juftice  feiz'd  God's  only  Son, 
And  put  his  foul  to  pain  ? 

4  Forgive  my  guilt,  O  Prince  of  peace* 

I'll  wound  my  God  no  more  : 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SQNGS.        479 

Hence  from  my  heart,  ye  fins,  be  gone, 
For  Jefus  I  adore. 

5  Furnifti  me,  Lord,  with  heav'nly  arms, 
From  grace's  magazine, 
And  I'll  proclaim  eternal  war 
withev'ry  darling  fin. 


H  r  m  n    LXXXU.    Common  Metre. 
Redemption  and  proteSlion  from  fpirituxd  enemies, 
i      A    RISE,  my  foul,  my  joyful  pow'rs, 
XX     And  triumph  in  my  God  ; 
Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  the  deeps  of  fin, 

The  gates  of  gaping  hell, 
And  nVd  my  ftanding  more  fecure 
Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlafting  love, 

Beneath  my  foul  he  placM, 

And  on  the  Rock  of  ages  fet 

My  flipp'ry  footiteps  faft. 

4  The  city  of  my  bleft  abode 

Is  wallM  around  with  grace  ; 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  ftands, 

To  mield  thefacred  place. 
s|  Satan  may  vent  his  iharpeft  fpite* 

And  all  his  legions  roar  ; 
Almighty  mercy  guards  my  life, 

And  bounds  his  raging  pow'r* 
6  Arife,  my  foul,  awake  my  voice. 

And  tunes  of  pleafure  fing ; 
Loud  Hallelujahs  fhall  addrefs 

My  Saviour  and  my  King. 


4So  HYMNS  AND  B.  II, 

H  r  m  n    LXXXIII.    Common  Metre. 

The  pajion  and  exaltation  of  Chrift. 
i  rr^HUS  faith  the  Ruler  of  the  ikies, 
\^        Awake,  my  dreadful  fiver  d  ; 
Awake,  my  wrath,  and  finite  the  Man^ 
My  .Fellow,  faith  the  Lord. 
#  Vengeance  reeeiv'd  the  dread  command, 
A„:d  armed,  down  fhe  tiles  : 
J  ejus  fubrnits  i*  his  Father's  hand, 
And  bows  his  head,  and  dies. 

3  But  Oh  !  the  wifdom  and  the  grace 

That  join'd  with  vengeance  now  I 
He  dies  to  fave  our  guilty  race, 
And  yet  he  rifes  4oo. 

4  A  perfon  fo  divine  was  he, 

Who  yielded  to  be  ilain, 
That  he  could  give  his  foul  away, 
And  take  his  life  again. 

5  Live,  glorious  Lord,  and  reign  on  high, 

Let  ev'ry  nation  fmg, 
And  angels  found  with  endlefs  joy, 
The  Saviour  and  the  King. 

Hym-n    LXXXIV.     Short  Metre. 
The  fame. 
i   /""^OME,  all  harmonious  tongues, 

V>     Your  noblell  mufic  bring  ; 
'Tis  Chrijl  the  everlafting  God, 

And  Chrijl  the  Man  we  fing. 
2.  Tell  how  he  took  our  flefh, 
To  take  away  our  guilt  ; 
Sing  the  dear  drops  of  facred  blood 

Which  hellifh  monfters  fpilt. 
3   [Alas !  the -cruel  fpear 

Went  deep  into  his  fide, 


B.  II.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        481 

And  the  rich  flood  of  purple  gore 

Their  murd'rous  weapons  dy'd.] 

4  [The  waves  of  fwelling  grief 

Did  o'er  his  bofom  roil, 
And  mountains  of  almighty' wrath 
Lay  heavy  on  his  foul.] 

5  Down  to  the  ihades  of  death 

He  bowM  his  awful  head  ; 
Yet  he  arofe  to  live  and  reign 
When  death  itfelf  is  dead. 

6  No  more  the  bloody  fpear, 

The  crofs  and  nails  no  more  ; 
For  hell  itfelf  makes  at  his  name, 
And  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 

7  There  the  Redeemer  fits 

High  on  his  Father's  throne ; 
The  Father  lays  his  vengeance  by, 
And  fmiles  upon  his  Son. 

8  There  his  full  glories  mine 

With  uncreated  rays, 
'  And  blefs  his  faints  and  angels  eyes 
To  everlafting  days. 

Hymn    LXXXV.     Common  Metre. 
Sufficiency  of  pardon. 

1  Wl^ ^oes  y°ur  face>  yQ  ^um^e  fouls, 

V  V       Thofe  mournful  colours  wear  ? 
What  doubts  are  thefe  that  wafte  your  faith, 
And  nourilh  your  defpair  ? 
2  What  though  your  rtum'rous  fins  exceed 
The  ftars  which  fill  the  fides, 
And  aiming  at  th'  eternal  throne, 
Like  pointed  mountains  rife  ? 
:3  What  though  your  mighty  guilt  beyond 
The  wide  creation  fwell, 
R  r 


4g2  HYMNS    AND  B.  II, 

And  has  its  curft  foundation  laid 
Low  as  the  deeps  of  hell  ? 

4  See  here  an  endlefs  ocean  flows' 

Of  never-failing  grace ; 
Behold  a  dying  Saviour's  veins 
The  facred  flood  increafe. 

5  It  rifes  high,  and  drowns  the  hiljs, 

Has  neither  fhore  nor  bound  : 
Now  if  we  fearch  to  find  our  fins, 
Our  fins  can  ne'er  be  found. 
?6  Awake  our  hearts,  adore  the  grace 
That  buries  all  our  faults, 
And  pard'ning  blood,  which  fwells  above 
Our  follies  and  our  thoughts. 

Hr  mn    LXXXVI.     Common  Metre. 
Freedom  from  fir.  and  mifery  in  heaven. 

1  /^VUR  fins,  alas  !  how  ftrong  they  be  ! 
\J  And  like  a  violent  fea, 

They  break  our  duty,  Lord,  to  thee, 
And  hurry  us  away. 

2  The  waves  of  trouble,  how  they  rife  ! 

How  loud  the  tempefts  roar  ! 
But  death  fhall  land  our  weary  fouls 
Safe  on  the  heav'nly  fhore. 

3  There,  to  fulfil  his  fweet  commands, 

Our  fpeedyfeet  /hall  move  ; 
No  fin  fhall  clog  our  winged  zeal, 
Or  cool  our  burning  love. 

4  There  fhall  we  fit,  and  fing  and  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  grace, 
'Till  heav'nly  raptures  fire  our  hearts, 
And  fmile  in  ev'ry  face. 
A  For  ever  his  dear  facred  name 
Shall  dweli  upon  our  tongue* 


B .  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS'.        4^3 

And  J  ejus  and  Jalvation  be 
The  clofe  of  ev'ry  fong. 

Htm-n    LXXXVII.      Common  Metre. 
The  divine  glories  ciho-ve  our  reajon. 
i  TTOW  wond'rous  great  !    how  glorious 
rl     Muft  our  Creator  be,  [bright 

"Who  dwells  amidft  the  dazzling  light 
Of  vaft  infinity  ! 

2  Our  foaring  fpirits  upward  rife 

Tow'rd  the  celeftial  throne  : 
Fain  would  we  fee  the  blefTed  tkree^ 
And  the  almighty  one. 

3  Our  reafon  ftretches  all  its  wings, 

And  climbs  above  the  ikies  ; 
But  ftill  how  far  beneath  thy  feet 
Our  grov'ling  reafon  lies  ! 

4  ^Xord,  here  we  bend  our  humble  fouls, 

And  awfully  adore : 
For  the  weak  pinions  of  our  mind, 
Can  ftretch  a  thought  no  more.  ] 

5  Thy  glories  infinitely  rife 

Above  our  lab'ring  tongue  ; 
In  vain  the  higher!  feraph  tries 
To  form  an  equal  long. 

6  [In  humble  notes  our  faith  adores 

The  great  myflerious  King, 
While  angels  ftrain  their  nobler  pow'rs^ 
And  fweep  th'  immortal  firing.] 

Hymn    LXXXVIII.     Common  Metre. 
Salvation. 
t  Q ALVATION  !   Oh  the  joyful  found  \ 
O    'Tis  pleafure  to  our  ears  ; 


4.84  HYMNS  AND  B.  $ 

A  fov'reign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Bury'd  in  forrow  and  in  fin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 
But  we  arife,  by  grace  divine. 
To  fee  an  heav'nly  day. 

3  Salvation  !   let  the  echo  fly 

The  fpacious  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  fky 

Confpire  to  raife  the  found. 

m  m  I  

H  r  m  n    LXXXIX.     Common  Metre. 
Chrift'j  1'iffory  over  Satan. 
i    ZJOSJNNJ  to  our  conqu'ring  King  ! 
The  prince  of  darknefs  flies, 
His  troops  rum  headlong  down  to  hell, 
Like  lightning  from  the  Ikies. 

2  There  bound  in  chains  the  lions  roar, 

And  fright  the  refcu'd  fneep  ; 
But  heavy  bars  confine  their  pow'r. 
And  malice,  to  the  deep. 

3  Hofanna  to  our  conqu'ring  King, 

All  hail,  incarnate  love  ! 
Ten  thoufand  fongs  and  glories  wait 
To  crown  thy  head  above. 

4  Thy  vicVries  and  thy  deathlefs  fame 

Through  the  wide  world  (hall  run  j 
And  everlaftin  gages  fmg 

The  triumphs  thou  haft  won.. 

//  r  ,v  A'     XC.     Common  Metre* 
Faith  in  Chrift,  for  pardon  and  fantfificatm, 

i   T  TOW  fad  our  ftate  by  nature  is  ! 
JTX    Our  fin,  how  deep  it  ftains  ! 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         485 

And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds 
Fair,  in  his  flavifh  chains. 

2  But  there's- a  voice  of  fov'reign  grace 

Sounds  from  the  facred  word  : 
Ho  !  ye  dej "pairing  (inner s  come> 
Andiruft  upon  the  Lord. 

3  My  foul  obeys  th'  almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief ; 
I  would  believe  thy  promife,  Lord, 
Oh  !   help  my  unbelief. 

4  [To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God,  Ifly  ; 
Here  let  me  wafh  my  fpotted  foul 
From  crimes  of  deepefl  dye. 

5  Stretch  out  thine  arm,  victorious  King? 

My  reigning  fins  fubdiie  ; 
Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  feat, 
With  all  his  helliih  crew. 
6.  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helplefs  worm, 
On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall  : 
Be  thou  my  ftrength  and  righteoufnefs^ 
My  Jefusy  and  my  All. 

H  r  m  n    XCI.     Common  Metre. 
The  glory  of  Chvid  in  heaven. 

1  /*~V^  t^le  delights,  tne  heav'nly  joys,, 
\_J  The  glories  of  the  place, 
Where  J  ejus  fheds  the  brighteft  beams 

Of  his  o'erflowing  grace ! 

2  Sweet  majeftr,  and  awful  love 

Sit  fmiling  on  his  brow  ; 
And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above, 
At  humble  diftance  bow. 

3  [Princes  to  his  imperial  name 

Bend  their  bright  fceptres  down  : 
R.r  2 


486  hymns  And-         e.  m 

Dominions,  thrones,  and  pow'rs  rejoice 
To  fee  him  wear  the  crown. 

4  Arch-angels  found  his  lofty  praife 

Through  ev'ry  heav'nly  ftreet, 
And  lay  their  higheft  honours  dowiv 
Submiffive  at  his  feet.] 

5  Thofefoft,  thofe  bbffed  fret  of  his, 

Which  once  rude  iron  tore, 
High  on  a  throne  of  light  thsy  ftand, 
And  all  the  faints  adore. 

6  His  head,  the  dear  majeftic  head, 

Which  cruel  thorns  did  wound,. 
See  what  immortal  glories  fhine, 
And  circle  it  around  ! 

7  This  is  the  Man,  th'  exalted  Man, 

Whom  we,  unfeen,  adore ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face, 

Our  hearts  mall  love  him  more. 
$   [Lord,  how  our  fouls  are  all  on  fire 

To  fee  thy  blefs'd  abode  ! 
Our  tongues  rejoice  in  tunes  of  praife,. 

To  our  incarnate  God  !] 
9  And  while  our  faith  enjoys  this  fight, 

We  long  to  leave  our  clay  ; 
And  wifh  thy  fl'ry  chariots,  Lord, 

To  fetch  our  fouls  away. 

Hymn     XCII.     Common  Metre. 
The  church  faved,  and  her  enemies  difappointedi 
x  QHOUT  to  the  Lord,  and  let  your  joys- 
^5     Through  all  the  nations  run  ; 
Ye  weftern  ikies,  refound  the  noife 
Beyond  the  rifing  fun. 
2  Thee,  mighty  God,  our  fouls  admire. 
Thee,  our  glad  voices  fing, 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         487 

And  join  with  the  celeftiai  choir,. 
To  praife  th'  eternal  King. 
3-  Thy  powvr  the  whole  creation  rules", . 
And  on  the  Harry  ikies 
Sits  fmiiing  at  the  weak  defigns 
Thine  envious  foes  devife. 

4  Thy  fconi  derides  their  feeble  rage,. 

And  with  an  awful  frown, 
Flings  vafi  confufion  on  their  plats, 
And  fhakes  their  Balel  down. 

5  [Their  fecret  fires  in  caverns  lay, 

And  we  the  facrifice  ; 
But  gloomy  caverns  ftrove  in  vain 
To  'fcape  all-fearchingeyes.. 

6  Their  dark  defigns  were  all  reveai'd, 

Their  treafons  all  betray'd  ; 
Praife  to  the  Lord,  who  broke  the  fnare, 
Their  curfed  hands  had  laid.] 

7  In  vain  the  bufy  fonfof  hell 

Still  new  rebellions  try, 
Their  fouls  mail  pine  with  envious  rage* 

And  vex  aw.ay,  and  die. 
&  Almighty  grace  defends  our  land 

From  their  malicious  pow'r  ; 
Then  let  us  with  united  fongs,. 

Almighty  grace  adore.. 


Htmn     XCIII.     Short  Metre, 
God  ally  and  in  all.     Pfa.  lxxiii.  25, 

1  1%  /I"  Y  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
iVl     To  thee,  to  thee  I  call ; 

I've  none  but  thee  in  heav'n  above^ 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  [Thy  mining  grace  can  cheer 

This  dungeon  where  I  dwell  $ 


488  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

'Tis  paradife  when  thou  art  here  ; 
If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell.] 

3  [Thefmilings  of  thy  face, 

How  amiable  they  are  ! 
'Tis  heav'n  to  reft  in  thine  embrace, 
And  no  where  elfe  but  there.] 

4  [To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  blifs ; 
They  fit  around  thy  gracious  throne,. 
And  dwell  where  Jefus  is.] 

5  [Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heav'nly  place, 
If  God  his  refidence  remove, 
Or  butconceal  his  face.] 

6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  Iky, 

Can  one  delight  afford  ; 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 

Without  thy  prefence,  Lord. 

7  Thou  art  the  fea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleafures  roll ; 
The  circle  where  my  panions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  foul. 

8  [To  thee  my  fpirits  fly 

With  infinite  defire : 
And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  He  ! 
Dear  Jefus,  raife  me  high'r.] 

Hymn    XCIV.     Common  Metre. 
God  my  only  happinefs.     Pfa.  lxxiii.  25, 
1   1  A'Y  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
IVl     My  everlafting  ALL, 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heav'n  above,     ,  . 
Or  on  this  earthly  b  11. 
Z.  [What  empty  things    re  all  the  Ikies,. 
And  this  inferiour  clod  ! 


B.  II.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         4S9 

There's  nothing  here  deferves  my  joys, 
There's  nothing  like  my  God.] 

3  [In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  fun 

Scatters  his  feeble  light : 
*Tis  thy  fweet  beams  create  my  noon  3 
If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

4  And  while  upon  my  reitlefs  bed 

Among  the  fhades  I  roll, 
If  my  Redeemer  mews  his  head, 

'Tis  morning  with  my  foul.] 
5.  To  thee  I  owe  my  wealth  and  friends, 

And  health  and  fafe  abode  ; 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things-., 

But  they  are.not  my  God. 

6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth, 

If  once  compar'd  to  thee  ? 
Or  what's  my  fafety,  or  my  health. 
Or  all  my  friends  to  me  ? 

7  Were  I  poiTeffor  of  the  earth, 

And  call'd  the  ftars  my  own  ;• 
Without  thy  graces,  and  thyfelf, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone  : 

8  Let  others  ftretch  their  arms  likefeas?. 

And  grafp  in  all  the  fhore, 
Grant  me  the  vifits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  deflre  no  more. 


Hymn    XCV.     Common  Metre. 
Look  on  kirn  ivhom  they  pierced,  and  mourn, 

1  TNFINITE  grief  !   amazing  woe  ! 
J[     Behold  my  bleeding  Lord  : 

Hell  and  the  Jews  confplrM  his  death., 
And  us'd  the  Roman  fword. 

2  Oh,  the  fharp  pangs  of  fmarting  paiiv. 

My  dear  Redeemer  bore, 


49^  HYMNS    AND  B.  II. 

When  knotty  whips,  and  ragged  thorns, 
His  facreti  body  tore. 

3  But  knotty  whips  and  ragged  thorns, 

In  vain  do  I  accufe  ; 
In  vain  I  blame  the  Roman  bands, 
And  the  more  fpiteful  Jews. 

4  'Twere  you  my  fins,  my  cruel  fins 

His  chief  tormentors  were  : 
Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail, 
And  unbelief  the  fpear. 

5  'Twere  you  that  pull:d  the  vengeance  down 

Upon  his  guiltlefs  head  : 
Break,  break,  my  heart,  Oh  burft  my  eyes, 
And  let  my  forrows  bleed. 

6  Strike,  mighty  grace,  my  flinty  foul, 

'Till  melting  waters  flow, 
And  deep  repentance  drown  my  eyes 
In  undhTembled  woe. 


Hymn    XCVI.     Common  Metre. 
Dljiinguijhing  love  :  or,  angels  punifhed,  and  man 

fa<ved. 
a   T\OWN  headlong  from  their  native  Ikies 
\J     The  rebel  angels  fell, 
And  thunder-bolts  of  flaming  wrath 
Purfu'd  them  deep  to  hell. 
s  Down  from  the  top  of  earthly  blifs, 
Rebellious  man  was  hurl'd  ; 
And  Jefus  ftoop'd  beneath  the  grave, 
To  reach  a  finking  world. 

3  Oh,  love  of  infinite  degree  ! 

Unmeafurable  grace  ! 
Muft  heav'n's  eternal  Darling  die> 
To  fave  a  trait'rous  race  ? 

4  Muft  angels  fink  for  ever  down, 

And  burn  in  quenchlefs  fire, 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         491 

While  God  forfakes  his  fhining  throne, 

To  raife  us  wretches  higher  ? 
5  Oh,  for  this  love,  let  earth  and  Ikies 

With  Hallelujahs  ring, 
And  the  full  choir  of  human  tongues 

All  Hallelujahs  fing. 

Hymn    XCVII.     Long  Metre, 
The  fame. 

t  T?ROM  heav'n  the  finning  angels  fell, 
JO  -And  wrath  &  darknefs  chain'd  them  downs 
But  man,  vile  man,  forfook  his  blifs, 
And  mercy  lifts  him  to  a  crown. 

2  Amazing  work  of  fov'reign  grace, 
Which  could  diftinguifh  rebels  fo ! 
Our  guilty  treafons  call'd  aloud 
For  everlaflifig  fetters  too. 

?  To  thee,  to  thee,  almighty  love, 
Our  fouls,  ourfelves,  our  all  we  pay  ; 
Millions  of  tongues  mall  found  thy  praife 
On  the  bright  hills  of  heav'nly  day. 

Hr  m  n    XCVIII.    Common  Metre. 
Hardnefs  of  heart  complained  of. 

[   A  /T^  k£art>  hQW  dreadful  hard  it  is  ! 
XVJL     How  heavy  here  it  lies ! 
Heavy  and  cold  with  in  my  breaft, 
Juft  like  a  rock  of  ice. 
•  Sin,  like  a  raging  tyrant,  fits 
Upon  this  flinty  throne, 
And  ev'ry  grace  lies  buryM  deep 
Beneath  this  heart  of  ttone. 
j  How  feldom  do  I  rife  to  God , 

Or  tafte  the  joys  above  I  % 


492  HYMNS    AND  B.  XL 

This  mountain  prefTes  down  rny  faith,, 
And  chills  my  flaming  love. 

4  When  fmiling  mercy  courts  my  foul 

With  all  its  heav'nly  charms, 
"This  ftubborn,  this  reientlefs  thing, 
Would  thruft  it  from  my  arms. 

5  Againft  the  thunders  of  thy  word, 

Pvebellious  I  have  flood  ; 
My  heart,  it  makes  not  at  the  wrath. 
And  terrours  of  a  God. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  fteep  this  rock  of  mine     • 

In  thine  own  crimfon  fea  ! 
None  but  a  bath  of  blood  divine, 
Can  melt  thejflint  away. 


■Hymn    XCIX.     Common  Metre 
The  book  of  God1  s  decrees. 
3   T"    ET  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 
I  4     Abas'd  before  their  God  ; 
Whatever  his  fov'reign  voice  has  form'df 
He  governs  with  a  nod. 

2  [Ten  thoufand  ages  ere  the  fkies 

Were  into  motion  brought ; 
All  the  long  years  and  worlds  to  come 
Stood  pxefent  to  his  thought. 

3  There's  not  a  fparrow,  or  a  worm, 

But's  found  in  his  decrees  ; 
He  raifes  monarchs  to  their  thrones, 
And  finks  them  as  he  pleafe.] 

4  If  light  attends  the  courfe  I  run, 

'Tis  he  provides  thofe  rays  ; 
And  'tis  his  hand  which  hides  my  fun, 
If  darknefs  cloud  my  days. 
£  Yet  I  would  not  be  much  concern'd, 
Nor  vainly  long  tQ  fee, 


m  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         493 

In  volumes  of  his  deep  decrees, 

What  months  are  writ  for  me. 

&  When  he  reveals  the  book  of  life, 

Oh,  may  I  read  my  name 

Among  the  chofen  of  his  love, 

The  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb, 


Hr  m  n     C.    Long  Metre. 
Tbeprefence  of  Chrift  the  lifeofthefouL 
■  TTOW  full  of  anguifh  is  the  thought, 
JL-Jl  How  it  diftrafts  and  tears  my  hearts 
If  God  at  laft,  my  fov'reign  judge, 
Should  frown,  and  bid  my  foul  Depart  ! 

2  Lord,  when  I  quit  this  earthly  ftage, 
Where  mall  I  fly  but  to  thy  hreaft  ? 
For  I  have  fought  no  other  home : 
For  I  have  learn'd  no  other  reft. 

3  I  cannot  live  contented  here, 
Without  fome  glimpfes  of  thy  face  ; 
And  heav'n  without  thy  prefence  there,? 
Would  be  a  dark  and  tirefome  place. 

4  When  earthly  cares  engrofs  the  day, 
And  hold  my  thoughts  afide  from  thee. 
The  mining  hours  of  cheerful  light 
Are  long  and  tedious  years  to  me. 

5  And  if  no  ev'ning  vifits  paid 
Between  my  Saviour  and  my  foul. 

How  dull  the  night!   how  fad  the  made  I 
How  mournfully  the  minutes  roll ! 

6  This  flefh  of  mine  might  learn  as  foon 
To  live,  yet  part  with  all  my  Mood  ; 
To  breathe,  when  vital  air  is  gone, 
Or  thrive  and  grow  without  my  food. 

j   \Chrifl  is  my  light,  my  life,  my  care, 
My  blefTed  hope,  my  heavily  priae  % 
S  s 


494  HYMNS  AND  B.  II, 

Dearer  than  all  my  paflions  are, 

My  limbs,  my  bowels,  or  my  eyes. 
8  The  firings  which  twine  about  my  heart, 

Tortures  and  racks  may  tear  them  off; 

But  they  can  never,  never  part 

With  their  dear  hold  of  Chri/t,  my  love.] 
g  [My  God  !  and  can  a  humble  child 

Who  loves  thee  with  a  flame  fo  high, 

Be  ever  from  thy  face  exil'd, 

Without  the  pity  of  thine  eye  ? 

10  Impoffible  ! — For  thine  own  hands 
Have  ty'd  my  heart  fo  fad  to  thee, 
And  in  thy  book  the  promife  ftands, 
That  where  thou  art,  thy  friends  mull  be.] 

Hymn    CI.     Common  Metre. 
The  ivorla's  three  chief  temptations. 

"T  7KEN  in  the  light  of  faith  divine, 

\/\       We  look  on  things  below, 
Honour  and  gold,  and  fenfual  joy, 

How  vain  and  dang'rous  too  ! 
[Honour's  a  puff  of  noify  breath  ; 

Yet  men  expofe  their  blood, 
And  venture  everlafting  death, 

To  gain  that  airy  good. 
While  others  ftarve  the  nobler  mind, 

And  feed  on  Ihining  duft, 
They  rob  the  ferpent  of  his  food, 

T' indulge  a  fordid  luff.] 
The  pleafures  that  allure  our  fenfe 

Are  dang'rous  fnares  to  fouls ; 
There's  but  a  drop  of  flatt'ring  fweet, 

And  daih'd  with  bitter  bowls. 
God  is    my  all-fufficient  good, 

My  portion  and  my  choice, 


B.  IL        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        49s 

In  him  my  vaft  defires  are  fill'd,- 

And  all  my  pow'rs  rejoice. 
6  In  vain  the  world  a c colls  my  ear> 

And  tempts  my  heart  anew  ; 
I  cannot  buy  your  blifs  fo  dear, 

Nor  part  with  heav'n  for  you. 

H  r  m  n     CII.      Long  Metre. 
A  happy  refurreftion. 

1  "]VTO,  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more, 
X%|    But  with  a  cheerful  gafp  refign 
To  the  cold  dungeon  of  the  grave 
Thefe  dying,  with'ring  limbs  of  mine. 

2  Let  worms  devour  my  wafting  flefh, 
And  crumble  all  my  bones  to  dull, 
My  God  mall  raife  my  frame  anew, 
At  the  revival  of  the  juft. 

3  Break,  facred  morning,  thro*  the  Ikies, 
Bring  that  delightful,  facred  day, 

Cut  fhort  the  hours,  dear  Lord,  and  come,,' 
Thy  ling'ring  wheels,  how  long  they  flay ! 

4  [Our  weary  fpirits  faint  to  fee 
The  light  of  thy  returning  face, 
And  hear  the  language  of  thofelips, 
Where  God  has  fhed  his  richer!  grace.] 

5  [Hafte  then  upon  the  wings  of  love, 
Roufe  all  the  pious  fleeping  clay. 
That  we  may  join  in  heav'nly  joys, 
And  fing  the  triumph  of  the  day.} 

Hymn     CIII.     Long  Metre. 
Chrift'j  commijfion.     John  iii.  16,  17. 
1   /^OME,  happy  fouls,  approach  your  God, 
V^  With  new  melodious  fongs  ; 
Come,  tender  to  almighty  grace, 
The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 


496  HYMNS  AND  B.  IL 

2  So  ftrange,  fo  boundlefs  was  the  love 

Which  pity'd  dyiiig  men, 
The  Father  fcat  his  equal  Son 
To  give  them  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  j'efus,  were  not  arm'd; 

With  a  revenging  rod, 
No  hard  commiihon  to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God  ; 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 

And  wrath  forfook  the  throne, 
When  ChriJ}  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  falvation  down. 

5  Here,  finners,  you  may  heal  your  wounds, 

And  wipe  your  forrows  dry  ; 
Truft  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  mail  never  die. 

6  See,  deareft  Lord,  our  willing  fouls 

Accept  thine  offer'd  grace  ; 
We  blefs  the  great  Redeemer's  love,, 
And  give  the  Father  praife. 

H  r  m  n     CIV.     Short  Metre. 
The  fame. 
j  T~)  AISE  your  triumphant  fongs 

X\_     To  an  immortal  tune, 
Let  the  wide  earth  refound  the  deeds 
Celeftial  grace  has  done. 

2  Sing  how  eternal  love, 

Its  chief  Beloved  chofe, 
And  bid  him  raife  our  wretched  race 

From  their  abyfs  of  woes. 
•    3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 

Nor  terrour  clothes  his  brow  ; 
No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  fouls 

To  fiercer  names  below. 


B.  II.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        497 

4  'Twas  mercy  fiH'd  the  throne, 

And  wrath  flood  filent  by, 
When  Chrijl  was  fent  with  pardons  down 
To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 

5  Now  finners  dry  your  tears, 

Let  hopelefs  forrow  ceafe  i 
Bow  to  the  fceptre  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  offer'd  peace. 

6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call ; 

We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  falvation  thou  haft  brought^ 
And  love  and  praife  thy  name. 

Hymn     CV.     Common  Metre. 
Repentance  flowing  ft  om  the  patience  ofGoti* 
i      A    ND  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  ? 
/\    And  do  we  yet  rebel  ? 
5Tis  boundlefs,  'tis  amazing  love 
That  bears  us  up  from  hell  ! 

2  The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt 

Would  fink  us  down  to  names, 
And  threat' ning  vengeance  rolls  above* 
To  crufh  our  feeble  frames-* 

3  Almighty  goodnefs  cries — Forbear  f 

And  flraitthe  thunder  ftays  : 
And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath, 
And  weary  out  his  grace  ? 
4.  Lord,  we  have  long  abus'd  thy  love, 
Too  long  indulg'd  our  fin, 
Our  aching  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  fee 
Wnat  rebels  we  have  been.  ; 
£■  No  more,. ye  lulls,  ihall  ye  command, 
No  more  will  we  obey  j 
"  Stretch  out,  O  God,  thy  conqu'ring  handy 
And  drive  thy  foes  away. 


HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

Hymn     CVI.     Common  Metre. 
Repentance  at  the  crofs* 
i   /^\H,  if  my  foul  were  form'd  for  woe» 
\J    How  would  I  vent  my  ftghs  1 
Repentance  mould  like  rivers  flow 
From  both  my  itreaming  eyes. 

2  'Twas  for  my  fins,  my  deareit.  Lord 

Hung  on  the  curfed  tree, 
And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life, 
For  thee,  my  foul,  for  thee. 

3  Oh,  how  I  hate  thofe  lufts  of  mine, 

Which  crucify'd  my  God, 
Thofe  fms  which  pierc'd  and  nail'd  his  rlefo 
Fall:  to  the  fatal  wood. 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  fhall  die, 

My  heart  has  fo  decreed  ; 
Nor  will  I  fpare  the  ;,uilty  things 
Which  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

5  While  with  a  melting  broken  heartr 

My  murder'd  Lord  I  view, 
I'll  raife  revenge  againft  my  fins, 
And  flay  the  murd'rers  too. 

H  r  m  n     CVII.     Common  Metre. 
'The  everlajiing  ab fence  of  God  intolerable* 
i  rr^HAT  awful  day  will  furely  come, 
X      Th'  appointed  hour  makes  hafte* 
When  I  muft  (land  before  my  Judge, 
And  pafs  the  folemn  teft. 
3  Thou  lovely  chief  of  all  my  joys, 
Thou  fov'reign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  found,  Depart  ! 
3   [The  thunder  of  that  difmal  word 
Would  fo  torment  my  ear, 


B.  II.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  499 

'Twould  tear  my  foul  afunder,  Lord^ 
With  molt  tormenting  fear.] 

4  [What  !   to  be  banilh'd  for  my  life> 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  ? 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
Yet  death  for  ever  fly  ?] 

5  Oh,  wretched  ftate  of  deep  defpair. 

To  fee  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  iration  where 
I  muft  not  talk  his  love  1 

6  J  ejus  y  I  throw  my  arms  around 

And  hang  upon  thy  breaft  ; 
Without  a  gracious  fmile  from  thee, 
My  fpirit  cannot  reft. 

7  Oh  I  tell  me  that  -my  worthlefs  name 

Is  gra  ven  on  thy  hands, 
Shew  me  fame- prom ife  in  thy  book3 

Where  my  falvation  ftands. 
S   [Give  me  one  kind,  affuring  word. 

To  fink  my  fears  again, 
And  cheerfully  my  foul  (hall  wait 

Her  threefeore  years  and  ten.} 

H  r  m  n     CVIII.     Common  Metre. 
Accefs  to  the  throne  of  grace  by  a  Mediator*. 

1  /^lOME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
V^/   Up  to  the  courts  above, 
And  fmile  to  fee  our  Father  there 

Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

2  Once  'twas  a  feat  of  dreadful  wrath,  ,  j 

And  mot  devouring  flame  ; 
Our  God  appear'd  confuming  fire. 
And  vengeance  was  his  namt. 

3  Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jejus'  blood* 

Which  calm'd  his  frowning  face, 


5oo  HYMNS    AND-  B.  II. 

Which  fprinkled  o'er  the  burning  throne. 
And  turn'd  the  wrath  to  grace. 

4  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord  ; 
No  fi'ry  cherub  guards  his  feat, 
Nor  double  flaming  fword. 

5  The  peaceful  gates  of  heav'nly  blifs- 

Are  open'd  by  the  Son  ; 
High  let  us  raife  our  notes  of  praife, 
And  reach  th'  almighty  throne. 

6  To  thee,  ten  thoufand  thanks  we  bring> 

Great  Advocate  on  high  : 
And  glory  to  th'  eternal  King 
Who  lays  his  fury  by. 


H  r  m  n     CIX.     Long  Metre. 
The  darknefs  cf  Providence. 

1  T*     ORD,  we  adore  thy  vaft  defigns, 

J[ j  Th'  obfcure  abyfs  of  providence,. 

Too  deep  to  found  with  mortal  lines, 
Too  dark  to  view  with  feeble  fenfe. 

2  Now  thou  array'ft  thine  awful  face. 
In  angry  frowns,  without  a  fmile  : 

We,  through  the  cloud,  believe  thy  grace. 
Secure  of  thy  companion  (till. 

3  Through  fens  and  ftorms  of  deep  diftrefs 
We  fail  by  faith,  and  not  by  light, 
Faith  guides  us  in  the  wildernefs, 
Through  ail  the  terrors  of  the  night. 

4  De^.r  F  .::her,  if  thy  lifted  rod 
Refolve  to  fcourge  us  here  below, 

|.    Still  let  us  lean  upon  our  God, 

Thine  arm  fhull  bear  us  Fafely  through. 


B.  II,        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        501 

Hymn     CX.     Short  Metre. 
Triumph  over  death,  in  hope  of  the  refurreclion^ 

1  i   ND  muft  this  body  die  ? 
ji\.     This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 

And  mull  thefe  adtive  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay  ? 

2  Corruption,  earth  and  worms 

Shall  but  refine  this  fleih, 
'Till  my  triumphant  fpirit  comes 
To  put  it  on  afrelh. 

3  God  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  often  from  the  ikies 
Looks  down  and  watches  ail  my  dui% 
'Till  he  mall  bid  it  rile. 

4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace, 

Shall  thefe  vile  bodies  mine, 
And  ev'ry  ftiape,  and  ev'ry  face 
Look  heav'nly  and  divine. 

5  Thefe  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jefus'  dying  love  ; 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  fing  his  pow'r  abov;e. 

6  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praife 

Of  thefe  our  humble  fongs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  found  we  raife 
With  cur  immortal  tongues. 

Hymn     CXI.     Common  Metre. 

*  bank/giving  for  vitiory  :   or,Gon>s  dominion  and 

cur  deliverance. 

1  ^ION rejoice,  and  Judah  fing, 

The  Lord  afTumes  his  throne  • 
Come,  let  us  own  the  heav'nly  King^ 
And  make  his  glories  known. 

2  The  great,  the  wicked,  and  the  proud, 

rrom  their  high  feats  are  hurl'd  ; 


302  HYMENS    AND  B.  IL 

Jeho-vak  rides  upon  a  cloud, 

And  thunders  through  the  world. 

3  He  reigas  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 

Diftributes  mortal  crowns  ; 
Empires  are  fix'd  beneath  his  fmiles, 
And  totter  at  his  frowns. 

4  Navies,  which  rule  the  ocean  wide, 

Are.  vanquifh'd  by  his  breath, 
And  legions,  armM  with  pow'r  and  pride, 
Defcend  to  wat'ry  death. 

5  Let  tyrants  make  no  more  pretence 

To  vex  our  happy  land ; 
Jeho<vahys  name  is  our  defence ; 
Our  buckler  is  his  hand. 


H  f  m  n     CX.ll.    Long  Metre. 
Angels  miniflering  to  Chrift  and  faints. 
i    /^>  REAT  God  !  to  what  a  glorious  height 
VJT  Haft  thou  advanc'd  the  Lord,  thy  Son ! 
Angels,  in  all  their  robes  of  light, 
Are  made  thefervants  of  his  throne. 

2  Before  his  feet  thine  armies  wait, 
And  fwift  as  flames  of  fire  they  move, 
To  manage  his  affairs  of  ftate, 

In  works  of  vengeance  and  of  love. 

3  His  orders  run  through  all  the  hofts, 
Legions  defcend  at  his  command, 
To  fhield  and  guard  our  native  coafts, 
When  foreign  rage  invades  our  land. 

4  Now  they  arefent  to  guide  our  feet 
Up  to  the  gates  of  thine  abode, 
Through  ail  the  dangers  which  we  meet 
In  traveling  the  heav'nly  road. 

5  Lord,  when  1  leave  this  mortal  ground, 

And  thou  malt  bid  me  rife,  and  come, 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        5^3 

Send  a  beloved  angel  down, 
Safe  to  conduct  my  fpirit  home. 

Hymn    CXIII.     Common  Metre. 
The  fame. 

1  rT^HE  majefty  of  Solomon, 

X.      Kow  glorious  to  behold  ! 
The  fervants  waiting  roui.d  his  throne, 
The  iv'ry  and  the  gold  ! 

2  But,  mighty  God  !  thy  palace  mines 

With  far  fuperiour  beams  ! 
Thine  angel-guards  arefwift  as  winds, 

Thy   oiniiters  are  flames. 
.3   [Soon  as  thine  only  Son  had  made 

His  entrance  on  the  earth, 
A  mining  army  downward  tied, 

To  celebrate  his  birth. 

4  And,  when  opprefs'd  with  pains  and  fears^, 

On  the  cold  ground  he  lies, 
Behold  a  heav'nly  form  appears, 
T*  allay  his  agonies.] 

5  Now  to  the  hands  of  Chrift  our  King, 

Are  all  their  legions  giv'n  ; 
They  wait  upon  his  faints,  and  bring 
His  chofen  heirs  to  heav'n. 

6  Pleafure  and  praife  run  thro'  their  hoftj 

To  fee  a  finner  turn  ; 
That  Satan  has  a  captive  loft, 
And  Chrijl  a  fubjecl  born. 

7  But  there's  an  hour  of  brighter  joy, 

When  he  his  angels  fends 
Obftinate  rebels  to  deftroy, 
And  gather  in  his  friends. 
§  Oh  !  could  I  fay  without  a  doubt, 
There  fhall  my  foul  be  found. 


504.  HYMNS  AND  B.  I*. 

Then  let  the  great  archangel  fhout, 
And  the  laft  trumpet  found. 

Hymn     CXIV.     Common  Metre. 
Chrift'/  death,  victory  and  dominion. 
j  T"  SING  my  Saviour's  wond'rous  deaths 
Jl     He  conquer'd  when  he  fell  : 
'Tisfmifh'dJ  faid  his  dying  breath, 
And  fhook  the  gates  of  hell. 

2  'Tisfnijh'd!  our  Immanuel cries, 

The  dreadful  work  is  done  ; 
Hence  fhall  his  fov'reign  throne  arife, 
His  kingdom  is  begun. 

3  His  crofs  a  fure  foundation  laid 

For  glory  and  renown, 
When  through  the  regions  of  the  dead 
He  pafs'd  to  reach  the  crown. 

4  Exalted  at  his  Father's  fide, 

Sits  our  victorious  Lord  z 
To  heav'n  and  hell  his  hands  divide 
The  vengeance  or  reward. 

5  The  faints  from  his  propitious  eye, 

Await  their  fev'ral  crowns, 

And  all  the  fons  of  darknefs  fly 

The  terrour  of  his  frowns. 


Hymn     CXV.     Common  Metre. 
God  the  avenger  of  his  faints :  or,  his  kingdom Juprethe* 
i   TTIGH  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground, 
XlL     Reigns  the  Creator,  GOD  I 
Wide  as  the  whole  creation's  bound, 
Extends  his  awful  rod. 
2  Let  princes  of  exalted  ftate, 
To  him  afcribe  their  crown, 
Render  their  homage  at  his  feet, 
And  cafl  their  glories  down. 


B.  II.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        505 

5  Snow  that  his  kingdom  isfupreme, 
Your  lofty  thoughts  are  vain  ; 
He  calls  you  Gods,  that  awful  name, 
But  ye  mull  die  like  men. 
4  Then  let  the  fov'reigns  of  the  globe 
Not  dare  to  vex  the  juft  ; 
He  puts  on  vengeance  like  a  robe, 
And  treads  the  worms  to  duft. 
~5  Ye  judges  of  the  earth  be  wife, 
And  think  of  heav'n  with  fear  ; 
The  meaneft  faint  whom  you  defpife, 
Has  an  avenger  there. 

Hymn    CXVL     Common  Metre, 
Mercies  and  thanks, 
t  T  TOW  can  I  fink  with  fuch  a  prop 
jTi     As  my  eternal  God, 
Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up> 
And  fpreads  the  heav'ns  abroad? 
-£  How  can  I  die  while  J  ejus  lives, 
Who  rofe  and  left  the  dead  ? 
Pardon  and  grace  my  foul  receives 
From  my  exalted  Head. 

3  Al!  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have, 
•     Shall  be  for  ever  thine  ! 

Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give, 
My  cheerful  hands  refign. 

4  Yet  if  I  might  make  fome  referve, 

And  duty  did  not  call, 
I  love  my  God  with  zeal  fo  great, 
That  I  mould  give  him  all. 


i 


Hymn     CXVII.     Long  Metre. 
Living  and  dying  <witb  God  prefent* 
CANNOT  bear  thine  abfence,  Lord> 
My  life  expires  if  thou  depart  * 
T  t 


So6  HYMNS    AND  B.  II, 

Be  thou,  my  heart,  ftill  near  my  God, 
And  thou,  my  God,  be  near  my  heart, 

2.  I  was  not  born  for  earth  or  fin, 
Nor  can  I  live  on  things  fo  vile-; 
Yet  I  will  ftay  my  Father's  time, 
And  hope  and  wait  for  heav'n  a  while. 

Q  Then,  deareft  Lord,  in  thine  embrace, 
Let  me  refign  my  fleeting  breath, 
And  with  a  fmile  upon  my  face, 
Pafs  the  important  hour  of  death. 

Hymn    CX-VIII.    .Long  Metre. 
The  priefthood  of  Ch  rift. 

1  XJLOOD  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  fkies, 
JD    Revenge  !  the  blood  of  Abel  cries  : 
But  the  dear  ftream,  when  drift  was  {lain. 
Spoke  peace  as  loud  from  ev'ry  vein. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  from  God  on  high  ; 
Behold,  he  lays  his  vengeance  by  ; 
And  rebels  who  deferve  his  fword, 
Become  the  fav'rites  of  the  Lord. 

3  To  Jefus  let  our  praifes  rife, 
Who  gave  his  life  a  facrifice  : 
Now  he  appears  before  his  God*, 
And  for  our  pardon  pleads  his  blood. 

H  r  m  n    CXIX.     Common  Metre. 
The  bolyfcriptures. 
1  T    ADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
I   j     I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
And  not  a  glimpfe  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  thy  written  word. 
3  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 
Does  all  my  grief  afiuage  : 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
.Almoft  in  ev'ry  page. 


B*  II*         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        507 

3  [This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  Pearl  of  price  unknown  ; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wife, 
Who  makes  the  Pearl  his  own. 

4  Here  confecrated  water  flows, 

To  quench  my  thirft  of  fin  : 
Here  the  fair-  tree  of  knowledge  grows* 
No  danger  dwells  therein.] 

5  This  is  the  Judge  who  ends  the  ftrife,. 

Where  wit  and  reaion  fail ; 
My  guide  to  everlafting  life, 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  Oh  !  may  thy  counfels,  mighty  God,* 

My  roving  feet  command  ; 
Nor  I  forfake  the  happy  road 
Which  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 

Htmn    CXX.     Short  Metre. - 

The  law  and  go/pel  joined  in  fcripture* 
a   HT^HE  Lord  declares  his  will, 

X      And  keeps  the  World  in  awe  ; 
Amidft  the  fmoke  on  Sinai's  hill, 
Breaks  out  his  fi'ry  law. 

2  The  Lord  reveals  his  face, 

And,  fmiling  from  above, 
Sends  down  the  gofpel  of  his  grace, 
Th'  epiftles  of  his  love. 

3  Thefe  facred  words  impart 

Our  Maker's  juft  commands  5 
The  pity  of  his  melting  heart, 
And  vengeance  of  his  hands. 

4  [Hence  we  awake  our  fear, 

We  draw  our  comfort  hence  : 
The  arms  of  grace  are  treafur'd  here, 
Our  armour  of  defence. 


5c8  HYMNS    AND  B.  II.. 

5  We  learn  Cbrifi  crucify'd, 

And  here  behold  his  blood  ; 
All  arts  and  knowledges  beiide, 
Will  do  us  little  good.] 

6  We  read  the  heav'nly  word, 

We  tafte  the  ofrer'd  grace>. 
Obey  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord> 
And  truft  his  promifes. 

7  In  vain  fhail  Sat  an  rage 

Againft  a  book  divine, 
Where  wrath  and  lightning  guard  the  page^ 
Where  beams  of  mercy  mine. 

Br  mh     CXXI.     Long  Metre. 
'The  la-w  and  gcftel  dijiinguijhed. 
i   ^T^HE  law  commands,  and  makes  us  know 
JL     What  duties  to  our  God  we  owe  ; 
But  'tis  the  gofpe!  nmft  reveal 
Where  lies  our  frrength  to  do  his  will. 

2  The  law  difcovers  guilt  and  fin, 

And  ibews  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been? 
Only  the  gofpel  can  exprefs 
Forgiving  love,  and  cleanfmg  grace. 

3  What  curfes  doth  the  law  denounce 
Againft  the  man  who  fails  but  once  ? 
But  in  the  gofpel,  Chrifi  appears, 
Pard'ning  the  guilt  of  num'rous  years* 

4  My  foul  no  more  attempt  to  draw 
Thy  life  and  comforts  from  the  law  ; 
Fly  to  the  hope  the  gofpel  gives  : 

The  man  who  trufts  the  promife,  lives* 


■M 


Hymn    CXXIi.    Long  Metre. 
Retirement  and  meditation. 
Y  God  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  ftranger  to  rayfelf  and  thee>- 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        509 

Amidfr.  a  thoufand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  higheft  love. 

2  Why  mould  my  paffions  mix  with  earth5 
And  thus  deb^fe  my  heav'nly  birth  ? 
Why  mould  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour  go  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flefh  and  fenfe, 

One  fov'reign  word  can  draw  me  thence ; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferiour  joys  refign. 

4  Be  earth  with  all  her  fcenes  withdrawn  ; 
Let  noife  and  vanity  be  gone  : 

In  fecretfilence  of  the  mind, 

My  heav'n,  and  there  my  God  I  find. 

Hymn    CXXIII.    Long  Metre. 
The  benefit  of  public  ordinances. 

r     A   WAY  from  ev'ry  mortal  care, 
X\    Away  from  earth,  our  fouls  retreat  5 
We  leave  this  worthlefs  world  afar, 
And  wait  and  worfhip  near  thy  feat. 

2  Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace 
We  fee  thy  feet,  and  we  adore  ;. 
We  gaze  upon  thy  lovely  face, 

And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  pow'r. 

3  While  here  our  various  wants  we  mounv 
United  groans  afcend  on  high  ; 

And  pray'rs  produce  a  quick  return 
Of  bleflings  in  variety. 

4  [If  Satan  rage,  and  fin  grow  ftrong, 
Here  we  receive  fome  cheering  word  ; 
We  gird  the  gofpel  armour  on, 

To  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord. 

5  Or  if  our  fpirit  faints  and  dies, 

(Our  confcience  gall'd  with  inward  flings) 
T't  z 


5io  HYMNS  AND  E.  II, 

Here  doth  the  righteoufs  Sun  arife, 
With  healing  beams  beneath  his  win<*s.] 
6  Father  !  my  foal  would  ftill  abide 
Within  thy  temple  near  thy  fide  : 
But  if  my  feet  mult,  hence  depart, 
Still  keep  thy  dwelling  in  my  heart. 

H  r  m  n    CXXIV.     Common  Metre- 
Mofes,  Aaron,  and  Jofhua. 
£  JHPIS  not  the  law  often  commands, 
JL       On  holy  Sinai  giv'n, 
Or  fent  to  men  by  Mofes-  hands, 
Can  bring  us  fafe  to  heav'n. 
2  'Tis  not  the  blood  which  Aaron  fpilt^ 
Nor  fmoke  of  fweeteft  fmell, 
Can  buy  a  pardon  for  our  guilt, 
Or  fave  our  fouls  from  hell. 
5  Aaron  the  prieft  refigns  his  breath* 
At  God's  immediate  will, 
And  in  the  defart  yields  to  death, 
Upon  th'  appointed  hill. 
4  And  thus  on  Jordan's  yonder  fide 
The  tribes  of  Ifrael  fraud, 
While  Mofes  bow'd  his  head  and  dy'd 
Short  of  thepromis'd  land. 
$  Ifrael  rejoice,  now  Jofhua  *  leads, 
He'll  bring  your  tribes  to  reft  ; 
So  far  the  Saviour's  name  exceeds 
The  ruler  and  the  prieft. 

Hymn    CXXV.    Long    Metre. 
Faith  anil  repentance ,  unbelief  and  impenitence. 
i   T*    IFE  and  immortal  joys  are  giv'n    [done; 
I  a  To  fouls  who  mourn  the  fins  they've 

T  Joihua  the/am  "with  Jefus,  andfignifes  a  Stwivur, 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        51,3 

Children  of  wrath  made  heirs  of  heav'n^. 
By  faith  in  God's  eternal  Son. 

2  Woe  to  the  wretch  who  never  felt 
The  inward  pangs  of  pious  grief. 
But  adds  to  all  his  crying  guilt 
The  ftiibborn  fin  of  unbelief- 

3  The  lav/  condemns  the  rebel  dead* 
Under  the  wrath  of  God  he  lies  : 
He  feals  the  curfe  on  his  own  head, 
And  with  a  double  vengeance  dies. 


Hymn    CXXVL     Common  Metre. 

God  glorified  in  the  go/pel. 

I  ^"T^HE  Lord,  defcending  from  above, 
JL      Invites  his  children  near ; 
While  pow'r  and  truth,  and  boundlefs  lovq 
Difplay  their  glories  here. 
•2-  Here,  in  the  gofpel's  wond'rous  frame, 
Frefh  wifdom  we  may  view  ; 
A  thoufand  angels  learn  thy  name, 
Beyond  whate'er  they  knew. 
3  Thy  name  is  writ  in  fairelt  lines, 
Thy  wonders  here  we  trace  ; 
Wifdom  through  all  the  myft'ry  Alines^ 
It  mines  in  Jefus*  face. 
4.  The  law  its  beft  obedience  owes 
To  our  incarnate  God  ; 
And  thy  revenging  juftice  mows 
It  honours  in  his  blood. 
5  But  ftill  the  luftre  of  thy  grace 
Our  warmer  thoughts  employ, 
Gilds  the  whole  fcene  with  brighter  raygt, 
And  jnore  exalts  our  joy, 


512  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

H r  mn    CXXVII.    Long  Metre. 

Circumcijion  and  Baptifm. 

( 'Written  only  for   thoje  who  praftife  the  baptifm  of 

infants.) 

1  'T^HUS  did  the  fons  of  Abraham  pafs 

X.      Under  the  bloody  feal  of  grace  ; 
The  young  difciples  bore  the  yoke, 
'Till  Cbrifi  the  painful  bondage  broke. 

2  By  milder  ways  doth  Jefus  prove 
His  Fathers  covenant  and  his  love  ; 
He  feals  to  faints  his  glorious  grace, 
Nor  does  forbid  their  infant  race. 

3  Their  feed  is  fprinkled  with  his  blood, 
Their  children  fet  apart  for  God  ; 
His  Spirit  on  their  offspring  fhed, 
Like  water  pour'd  upon  the  head. 

4  Let  evVy  faint  with  cheerful  voice 
In  this  large  covenant  rejoice  ; 
Young  children  in  their  early  days, 
Shall  give  the  God  of  Abraham  praife. 

Hymn    CXXVIII.     Common  Metre.    . 
Corrupt  nature  from  Adam, 
i   T>LESS'Dwith  the  joys  of  innocence, 
J3    Adam  our  father  flood, 
'Till  he  debas'd  his  foul  to  fenfe, 
And  ate  th*  unlawful  food. 

2  Now  we  are  born  a  fenfual  race, 

To  finful  joys  inclin'd  ; 
Reafon  has  loft  its  native  place, 
Andflefh  inflaves  the  mind. 

3  While  flefh  or  fenfe,  or  pailion  reigns, 

Sin  is  the  fweeteft  good: 
We  fancy  mufic  in  our  chains, 
And  fo.  forget  the  load. 


B.II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         513 

4  Great  God  '.renew  our  ruin'd  frame, 
Our  broken  pow'rs  reftore, 
Infpire  us  witlv  an  heav'nly  flame, 
And  flefti  mall  reign  no  more. 
3  Eternal  Spirit !  write  thy  law 
Upon  our  inward  parts, 
An.d  let  the  fecond  Adam  draw" 
His  image  on  our  hearts.. 

Ry  m  n    CXXIX.     Long  Metre* 
We  <walk  by  faith,  not  by  fight. 
r  jry^is  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 

\_     We  walk  thro'  defarts  dark  as  nigh^ 
'Till  we  arrive  at  heav'n  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  fight  fhe  well  fupplies, 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear  : 
Far  into  diftant  worlds  lhe  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  defart  through* 
While  faith  infpires  a  heav'nly  ray, 
Though  lions  roar  and  tempefts  blow* 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  So  Abraham  by  divine  command,,  - 
Left  his  own  houfe  to  walk  with  God  ^ 
His  faith  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 
And  fir'd  his  zeal  along  the  road. 

Hymn    CXXX.     Common  Metre, 
The  ne-zv  creation. 
2      A   TTEND,  while  God's  exalted  Son 
jLjL     Doth  his  own  glory  mew ; 
"  Behold  I  lit  upon  my  throne, 
Creating  all  things  new. 
2  Nature  and  fin  are  pafs'd  away, 
And  the  old  Adam  dies ; 


514  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

My  hands  a  new  foundation  lay- 
See  the  new  world  arife  ! 

3  I'll  be  a  Sun  of  righteoufnefs 

To  the  new  heav'ns  I  make  ; 
None  but  the  new-born  heirs  of  grace 
My  glories  fhall  partake." 

4  Mighty  Redeemer  !  fet  me  free 

From  my  old  ftate  of  fin  ; 
Oh,  make  my  foul  alive  to  thee, 
Create  new  pow'rs  within  : 

5  Renew  my  eyes,  and  form  my  ears, 

And  mould  my  heart  afrefh  ; 
Give  me  new  pafftons,  joys  and  fears, 
And  turn  the  ftone  to  ilefh. 

6  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 

From  fin,  and  earth,  and  hell  • 
In  the  new  world  which  grace  has  made, 
I  would  forever  dwell. 


Hymn    CXXXI.    Long  Metre. 
The  excellency  of  the  chrijlian  religion. 
i   Tf    ET  everlafting  glories  crown 

I    j  Thy  head,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Lord-, 
Thy  hands  have  brought  falvation  down, 
And  writ  the  blemngs In  thy  word. 

2  [What  if  we  trace  the  globe  around, 
And  fearch  from  Britain  to  Japan, 
There  fhall  be  no  religion  found 

So  juft  to  God,  fo  fafe  for  man.] 

3  In  vain  the  trembling  confcieiice  feeks 
Some  folid  ground  to  reft  upon  ; 
With  long  defpair  the  fpirit  breaks, 
'Till  we  apply  to  Chrift  alone. 

4  How  well  thy  bleiTed  truths  agree  ! 
Hoys  wife  and  holy  thy  commands  1 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        515 

Thy  promifes,  how  ftrong  they  be  ! 
How  firm  our  hope  and  comfort  ftands  ! 

5  [Notthe  feign'd  fields  of  heath'nim  blifs 
Could  raife  fuch  pleafures  in  the  mind  5 
Nor  does  the  Turkijb  paradife 

Pretend  to  joys  fo  well  refin'd.] 

6  Should  all  the  forms  which  men  devife 
Aflault  my  faith  with  treach'rous  art, 
I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 

And  bind  the  gofpel  to  my  heart. 

Hymn    CXXXII.     Common  Metre. 
The  offices  of  Chrift. 

1  WTE  blefs  the  proPhet  °f  the  L°rd> 

V  V     Who  comes  with  truth  and  grace  ; 

Jefus,  thy  Spirit  and  thy  word, 

Shall  lead  us  in  thy  ways. 

%  We  rev'rence  our  High  Prieft  above, 

Who  offer'd  up  his  blood  ; 

And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love, 

By  pleading  with  our  God. 

3  We  honour  our  exalted  King ; 

How  fweet  are  his  commands  ! 
He  guards  our  fouls  from  hell  and  fin* 
By  his  almighty  hands. 

4  Ho/anna  to  his  glorious  name, 

Who  faves  by  difPrent  ways, 
His  mercy  lays  a  fov'reign  claim 
To  our  immortal  praife. 

Htmn    CXXXIIL      Long  Metre, 
The  operations  of  the  Holy  Spirit, 
T.ERNAL  Spirit,  we  confefs 
f  And  fing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace/ 
Jhy  pow'r  conveys  our  blefiings  down 
irom  God  the  Father  and  the  Son, 


'E 


5i6  HYMNS  AND  B.  II 

2  Enlighten'd  by  thy  heav'nly  ray, 
Our  ihades  and  darknefs  turn  to  clay  ; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 

•3  Thy  pow'r  and  glory  works  within, 
And  breaks  the  chains  of  reigning  fin  ; 
Doth  our  imperious  lufts  fubdue, 
And  forms  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  confcience  knows  thy  voice, 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys ; 
Thy  words  allay  the  ftormy  wind, 
And  calm  the  furcres  of  the  mind. 


Hymn    CXXXIV.     Common  Metre. 
Circurncijion  abolijhed. 
$  rr^HE  promife  was  divinely  free, 
X       Extenfive  was  the  grace  ; 
<s  I  will  the  God  of  Abraham  be, 
And  of  his  num'rous  race." 
tz  He  faid,  and  with  a  bloody  feal 
Confirmed  the  words  he  fpoke; 
Long  did  the  fons  of  Abraham  feel 
The  fharp  and  painful  yoke. 

3  'Till  God's  own  Son  defcending  low, 

Gave  his  own  flem  to  bleed  ; 
And  Gentiles  tafte  the  bleflings  now, 
From  the  hard  bondage  freed. 

4  The  God  of  Abraham  claims  our  praife, 

His  promifes  endure ; 
And  Chriji  the  Lord  in  gentler  ways, 
Makes  the  falvation  fure. 


B 


Hymn    CXXXV.     Long  Metre. 

Types  i.nd prophecies  c/'Chrift. 
EHOLD  the  woman's  promis'd  feed  1 
Bhold  the  great  Meffiah  come  ! 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         517 

Behold  the  prophets  all  agreed 
To  give  him  the  fuperiour  room  ! 

2  Abraham,  the  faint,  rejoic'd  of  old, 
When  vificns  of  the  Lord  he  faw.5 
Mofes,  the  man  of  God,  foretold 
This  great  fulfiller  of  his  law. 

3  The  types  bore  witnefs  to  his  name, 
Obtained  their  chief  deflgn,  and  ceas'd^ 
The  incenfe,  and  the  bleeding  lamb, 
The  ark,  the  altar,  and  the  prieft. 

4  Predictions  in  abundance  meet, 
To  join  their  blemngs  on  his  head: 
Jefus,  we  worfhip  at  thy  feet, 

And  nations  own  the  promis'd-feed. 


Hymn    CXXXVT.   Long  Metre. 
Miracles  at  the  birth  of  Chrift. 
1  fT^HEKing  of  glory  fends  his  Son 

X     To  make  his  entrance  on  this  earth  ; 
Behold  the  midnight  bright  as  noon, 
And  heav'nly  holts  declare  his  birth ! 
About  the  young  Redeemer's  head, 
What  wonders  and  what  glories  meet  ! 
An  unknown  ftar  arofe  and  led 
The  eaftern  fages  to  his  feet. 
Simeon  and  Anna  both  confpire 
The  infant  Saviour  to  proclaim  ; 
Inward  they  felt  the  facred  fire, 
And  blefs'd  the  babe,  and  own'd  his  name. 
Though  Jews  and  Greeks  blafpheme  aloud? 
And  treat  the  holy  child  with  fcorn  5 
Our  fouls  adore  th5  eternal  God 
Who  condefcended  to  be  borho 

-Ul! 


£iS  KYMNS    AND  B.  II. 

Hymn    CXXXVII.     Short  Metre. 

Miracles  in  the  life,  death,  and  refurredion  ofChriik. 

t   TOEHOLD  the  blind  their  fight  receive  ! 
J3  Behold,  the  dead  awake,  and  live  ; 
The  dumb  fpeak  wonders .!  and  the  lama 
Leap  like  the  hart,  and  blefs  his  name  ! 

«.  Thus  doth  th*  eternal  Spirit  own 
And  feal  the  million  of  the  Son  ; 
The  Father  vindicates  his  caufe, 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  crofs. 

3  He  dies  !  the  heav'ns  in  mourning  ftood  £ 
He  rifes,  and  appears  a  God  ! 
Behold  the  Lord  afcending  high. 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die. 

A  Hence  and  for  ever  from  my  heart 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart ; 
.And  to  thofe  hands  my  foul  refign, 
Which  bear  credentials  fo  divine. 


Hymn    CXXXVIII.    Long  Metre, 
Thepowoer  of  the  go/pel. 

T'HIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
Sent  to  the  nations  from  above  ; 
Jehovah  here  refolves  to  fhew 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 
This  remedy  did  wifdom  find, 
To  heal  difeafes  of  the  mind  ; 
This  fov'reign  balm,  whofe  virtues  can 
Reftore  the  ruin'd  creature,  man. 
This  gofpel  bids  the  dead  revive, 
Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live  : 
Dry  bones  are  rais'd,  and  cloth'd  afreili. 
And  hearts  of  ftone  are  turn'd  to  flefh. 
[Where  Satan  reign'd  in  fhades  of  night* 
The  gofpel  ftrikes  a  heav'nly  light ; 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  5*9 

Our  iufts  its  woiid'rous  pow'r  controuls,. 
And  calms  the  rage  of  angry  fouls. 

5  Lions  and  beafts  of  favage  name 
Put  on  the  nature  of  the  lamb  ; 

While  the  wide  world  efteems  it  ftrange^ 
Gaze,  and  admire,,  and  hate  the  change.] 

6  May  but  this  grace  my  foul  renew, 
Letfinners  gaze  and  hate  me  too  : 
The  word  which  faves  me  does  engage 
A  fure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 

Hymn    CXXXIX.     Long  Metre. 
The  example  of  Chrift. 

t    ~Ji  /TY  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
IVX  I  read  my  duty  m  thy  word  : 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2.  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  fuch  thy  zeali 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meeknefs  fo  divine, 
I  would  tranfcribe,  and  make  them  mineB 

3  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  air, 
Witnefs'd  the  fervour  of  thy  pray'r  ; 
The  defart  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  vicVry  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern  ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 
Then  God,  the  Judge  fhall  own  my  name 
Among  the  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb. 

Hymn    CXL.    Common  Metre. 
The  examples  of 'Chrift  and the  faints. 
a    f^\  IVE  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rife 
\jF  Within  the  veil,  and  fee 
The  faints  above,  how  great  their  joys! 
How  bright  their  glories  be  ! 


520  HYMNS    AND  B.  IL 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below. 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  : 

They  wreftled  hard  as  we  do  now, 

With  fins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  afk  them,  whence  their  vidt'ry  came  ?- 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Afcribe  their  conqueft  to  the  Lamb  ; 
Their  triumph,  to  his  death. 

4  They  mark'd  the  footfteps  which  he  trod;, 

(His  zeal  infpir'd  their  breaft  :) 
And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 
PoiTefs'd  the  promis'd  reft. 

5  OurgLorious  Leader  claims  our  praife, 

For  his  own  pattern  giv'n, 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnenes 
Shew  the  fame  path  to  heav'n. 


Hymn    CXLI.     Common  Metre. 
Faith  afjijled  by  fenfe  :  or,  preaching,  baptifm,  and. 

the  Lord ' j ■ /upper. 
a   1\  /fY  Saviour  God,  my  fov'reign  Prince 
IVJl    Reigns  far  above  the  ikies  ; 
But  brings  his  graces  down  to  fenfe, 
And  helps  my  faith  to  rife. 

2  My  eyes  and  ears  fnall  blefs  his  names. 

They  read  and  hear  his  word  : 
My  touch  and  tafte  (hall  do  the  fame* 
When  they  receive  the  Lord. 

3  Baptifmal  water  is  defign'd 

To  feal  hig  cleanfing  grace, 
While  at  his  feaft  of  bread  and  wine 
He  gives  his  faints  a  place : 

4  But  not  the  waters  of  a  flood 

Can  make  my  flefh  fo  clean 
As  by  his  Spirit  and  his  blood 
He'll  waih  my  foul  from  fia 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         521 

5  Not  choiceft  meats,  nor  nobleft  wines, 

So  much  my  heart  refrefh, 
As  when  my  faith  goes  through  the  fignS, 
And  feeds  upon  his  flefh. 

6  I  love  the  Lord,  who  ftoops  fo  low, 

To  give  his  word  a  feal  : 
But  the  rich  grace  his  hands  bellow, 
Exceeds  the  figures  frill. 

Hymn    CXLII.      Short  Metre, 
Faith  in  Chrift  our  Jacrifice. 

1  XJOT  all  the  blood  of  beafts, 
x\      On  Jenvifb  altars  flain, 

Could  give  the  guilty  confeience  peace, 
Or  wafh  away  the  ftain. 

2  But  Chriji,  the  heav'nly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  fins  away; 
A  facrifice  of  nobler  name, 

And  richer  blood  than  they, 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  ftand, 
And  there  confefs  my  fin.- 

4  My  foul  looks  back  to  fee 

The  burdens  thou  didft  bear, 
When  hanging  on  the  curfed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there, 

5  Believing  we  rejoice 

To  fee  the  curfe  remove  ; 
We  blefs  the  lamb   with  cheerful  voice/ 
And  fing  his  bleeding  love. 

Hymn    CXLIIL     Common  Metre. 
Flefh  and  Spirit. 
3   W  "^^T  different,  pow'rs  of  grace  and^*1 
V  V       Attend  our  mortal  ftate  1 
Uu* 


522  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

I  hate  the  thoughts  which  work  within, 
And  do  the  works  I  hate. 

2  Now  I  complain,  and  groan,  and  die, 

While  fin  and  Satan  reign  ; 
Now  raife  my  fongs  of  triumph  high, 
For  grace  prevails  again. 

3  So  darknefs  ftruggles  with  the  light, 

'Till  perfect  day  arife  ; 
Water  and  fire  maintain  the  fight 
Until  the  weaker  dies. 

4  Thus  will  the  flefh  and  fpirit  ftrive, 

And  vex  and  break  my  peace  ; 
But  I  Ihall  quit  this  mortal  life, 
And  fin  for  ever  ceafe. 


Hymn     CXLI V.     Common  Metre. 
%he  effufan  of  the  Spirit  :  or,  the  fuccefs  of  the  gofpeL 

1  /^\  REAT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great, 
VJT  When  the  divine  difciples  met ; 
Whiift  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 
And  fat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 

2  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave  1 
And  pow'r  to  give,  and  pow'r  to  fave  ; 
Furnim'dtheirtongues  with  wond'rous  words, 
Inftead  of  fhields,  and  fpears,  and  fwords. 

3  Thus  arm'd,  he  fent  the  champions  forth, 
From  eaji  to  <wef,  from  fouth  to  north  ; 

Go,  and  offer t your  Saviour's  caufe; 
Go,  fpreadthe  my  fry  of  his  crop. 

4  Thefe  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are, 
To  make  our  ftubborn  paflions  bow, 
And  lay  the  proudeft  rebel  low  ! 

5  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude, 
Are  by  thefe  heav'nly  arms  fubdu'd : 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         523 

While  Satan  rages  at  his  lofs, 
And  hates  the  do&rine  of  the  crofs. 
6  Great  King  of  grace,  my  heart  fubdue> 
I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 
A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
And  fing  the  vict'ries  of  his  word. 

H  r  m  n     CXLV.     Common  Metre-. 
Sight  through  a  glafs,  and  face  to  face, 

1  "T  LOVE  the  windows  of  thy  grace, 
X     Through  which  my  Lord  is  feen  ; 
And  long  to  meet  my  Saviour's  face,. 

Without  a  glafs  between. 

2  Oh,  that  the  happy  hour  were  come. 

To  change  my  faith  to  fight  ! 
I  mould  behold  my  Lord  at  home. 
In  a  diviner  light. 

3  Hafte,  my  Beloved,  and  remove 

Thefe  interpofing  days  ; 
Then  lhall  my  paffions  all  be  love, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  be  praife. 

Hymn    CXLVI.    Long  Metre. 
*The  vanity  of  creatures  :  or,  no  reft  on  earth, 

3   Ti  If  AN  has  a  foul  of  vaft  defires, 

iVJL  He  burns  within  with  reftlefs  fires } 
Toft  to  and  fro,  his  paffions  fly 
From  vanity  to  vanity. 

2  In  vain  on  earth  we  hope  to  find 
Some  folid  good  to  fill  the  mind  : 
We  try  new  pleafures;  but  we  feel 
The  inward  thirft  and  torment  ftill. 

U  So  when  a  raging  fever  burns, 

We  fhift  from  fide  to  fide  by  turns  ; 

And  'tis  a  poor  relief  we  gain, 

To  change  the  place,  but  .keep  the  pain^ 


524  HYMNS  AND  B.  II 

4  Great  God  !  fubdue  this  vicious  thirft, 
This  love  to  vanity  and  dull: ; 
Cure  this  vile  fever  of  the  mind, 
And  feed  our  fouls  with  joys  refin'd. 

H  r  m  n    CXLVII.     Common  Metre. 
The  creation  of  the  nvorld.     Gen.  i. 
a     ATOW  let  afpacious  world  arife, 
Said  the  Creator  Lord  : 
At  once  th'  obedient  earth  and  fkies 
Rofe  at  his  fov'reign  word. 

2  [Dark  was  the  deep  ;  the  waters  lay 

Confus'd,  and  drown'd  the  land  ; 
He  call'd  the  light ;  the  new-born  day 
Attends  on  his  command. 

3  He  bids  the  clouds  afcend  on  high; 

The  clouds  afcend  and  bear 
Awat'ry  treafure  to  the  fky, 
And  float  on  fofter  air. 

4  The  liquid  element  below, 

Was  gather'd  by  his  hand  : 

The  rolling  feas  together  flow, 

And  leave  the  folid  land. 

5  With  herbs  and  plants,  a  flow'ry  birth, 

The  naked  globe  he  crown'd, 
Ere  there  was  rain  to  blefs  the  earth, 
Or  fun  to  warm  the  ground. 

6  Then  he  adorn'd  the  upper  Ikies  ; 

Behold  the  fun  appears  : 
The  moon  and  ftars  in  order  rife, 
To  mark  out  months  and  years. 

7  Out  of  the  deep  th'  almighty  King 

Did  vital  beings  frame, 
The  painted  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing^ 
And  fifh  of  ev'ry  name. 


B.  II.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         525 

8  He  gave  the  lion  and  the  worm 

At  once  their  wond'rous  birth  ; 
And  grazing  beafts  of  ev'ry  form, 
Rofe  from  the  teeming  earth. 

9  Adam  was  fram'd  of  equal  clay. 

Though  fov'reign  of  the  reft, 
Defign'd  for  nobler  ends  than  they  5, 
With  God's  own  image  bleft. 

10  Thus  glorious  in  the  Maker's  eye 

The  young  creation  flood ; 
Hefaw  the  building  from  on  high, 
His  word  pronounc'd  it  good. 

1 1  Lord,  while  the  frame  of  nature,  (lands,. 

Thy  praifefhall  fill  my  tongue  : 
Bat  the  new  world  of  grace  demands 
A  more  exalted  fong> 

Hymn    CXLVIII.     Common  Metre* 
God  reconciled  hi  Chriit. 
s   -p^EAREST  of  all  the  names  above. ; 
&_J    Myjefus,  and  my  God  ; 
Who  can  relift  thy  heav'nly  love*, 
Or  trifle  with  tjiy  blood  ? 

2  'Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 

The  Father  fmiles  again  ; 
*Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath: 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  3Till  God  in  human  flefh  I  fee, 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find  j.- 
The  holy,  juft,  and  facred  Three 
Are  terrours  to  my  mind. 

4  Butif  ImmanuePs  face  appear, 

My  hope,  my  joy  begins  ; 
*  His  name  forbids  my  flavifh,  fear^ 
His  grace  removes  my  fins, 


5*6  HYMNS    AND  B.    J 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 
And  Greeks  of  wifdom  bo  aft, 
I  love  th'  incarnate  myftery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trufL 

Hymn     CXLJX.     Common  Metre. 
Honour  to  magijlrates  :    or,  government  from  Oj't 

1  T?  TERNAL  Sov'reign  of  the  Iky, 
_&j    And  Lord  of  all  below, 

We  mortals  to  thy  majefty 
Our  firft  obedience  owe. 

2  Our  fouls  adore  thy  throne  fupreme, 

And  blefs  thy  providence, 
Por  magiftrates  of  meaner  name, 
Our  glory  and  defence. 

3  [The  rulers  of  thofe  States  mall  mine 

With  rays  above  the  reft, 
Where  laws  and  liberties  combine 
To  make  the  nation  bleft.] 

4  Kingdoms  on  firm  foundations  ftand, 

While  virtue  finds  reward  ; 
And  finners  perifh  from  the  land, 
By  juftice  and  the  fword. 

5  Let  C*far*s  due  be  ever  paid 

To  Qsefar  and  his  throne  ; 
Eut  confciences  and  fouls  were  made 
To  be  the  Lord's  alone. 


Hymn    CL.     Common  Metre. 
The  deceit fidnefs  of  fin. 
i   QIN  has  a  thoufand  treach'rous  arts 
J^5    To  prattife  on  the  mind  ; 
With  flatt'ring  looks  fhe  tempts  our  hearts. 
But  leaves  a  fling  behind. 
2  With  names  of  virtue  fhe  deceives 
Theaged  and  the  young  ; 


,  II.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        5*7 

And  while  the  heedlefs  wretch  believes, 

She  makes  his  fetters  ftrong. 
She  pleads  for  all  the  joy  me  brings, 

And  gives  a  fair  pretence  ; 
But  cheats  the  foul  of  heav'nly  things, 

And  chains  it  down  to  fenfe. 
So  on  a  tree  divinely  fair, 

Grew  the  forbidden  food  ; 
Our  mother  took  the  poifon  there, 

And  tainted  all  her  blood. 

Hymn    CLI.     Long  Metre. 
Prophecy  and  infpiration. 
JfTpWAS  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 

X  The  ancient  prophets  fpoke  his  word  % 
His  Spirit  did  their  tongues  infpire, 
And  warm'd  their  hearts  with  heav'nly  fire, 
The  works  and  wonders  which  they  wro't, 
Confirm'd  the  melfages  they  brought; 
The  prophet's  pen  fucceeds  his  breath, 
To  fave  the  holy  words  from  death. 
Great  God  1  my  eyes  with  pleafure  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book  ; 
There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  fee, 
And  read  his  name  who  dy'd  for  me, 
.  Let  the  falfe  raptures  of  the  mind 
Be  loft  and  vanifh'd  in  the  wind  : 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  fecure  ; 
This  is  thy  word  and  mull:  endure. 
—       »i  jjj.1i 
H  r  m  n     CLII.     Common  Metre, 
Sinai  and  Taqw..     Heb.  xii.  18,  &c. 

NOT  to  the  terrours  of  the  Lord, 
The  tempeft,  fire,  and  fmoke  5 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
Which  God  on  Sinai  fpoke  j 


528  HYMNS  AND  B.I] 

2  But  we  are  come  to  Zlon's  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will. 
And  fpread  his  love  abroad. 

3  Behold  th'  innumerable  hoft 

Of  angels  cloth'd  in  light ! 
Behold  the-fpirits  of  the  juft, 
Whofe  faith  is  turn'd  to  fight  ! 

4  Behold  the  bleft  afl'embly  there, 

Whofe  names  are  writ  in  heav'n ! 
And  God,  the  Judge  of  all,  declares 
Their  vileft  fins  forgiv'n. 

5  The  faints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead, 

But  one  communion  make  ; 
All  join  in  Chrifty  their  living  Head, 
And  of  his  grace  partake. 

6  In  fuch  fociety  as  this, 

My  weary  foul  would  reft  : 
The  man  who  dwells  where  Jefus  is, 
Mud  be  for  ever  bleft. 


Hymn    CLIII.     Common  Metre. 
The  diftetnper,  folly,  and  madnefs  of  Jin. 
i   QIN,  like  a  venomous  difeafe, 
J^  Infe&s  our  vital  blood  : 
The  only  balm  is  fov'reign  grace, 
And  the  phyfician,  God. 

2  Our  beauty  and  our  ftrength  are  fled, 

And  we  draw  near  to  death  ; 
But  Chrifi  the  Lord  recals  the  dead 
With  his  almighty  breath. 

3  Madnefs,  by  nature,  reigns  within, 

The  pafhons  burn  and  rage, 
'Till  God's  own  Son  with  (kill  divine 
The  inward  fire  alfuage. 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

4  [We  lick  the  duft,  we  grafp  the  wind, 

And  folid  good  defpife  : 
Such  is  the  folly  of  the  mind, 
'Till  Jefus  makes  us  wife.] 

5  We  give  our  fouls  the  wounds  they  fee!, 

We  drink  the  pois'nous  gall, 
And  rufh  with  fury  down  to  hell> 
But  heav'n  prevents  the  fall. 
°  [The  man  poffefs'd  among  the  tombs, 
Cuts  his  own  flefh  and  cries  : 
He  foams  and  raves,  'till  Jefus  comes, 
And  the  foul  fpirit  flies.] 


529 


Mymn     CLIV.    Long  Metre. 
Self-righteoufnefs  hifujjicient* 
"Tit  THERE    are  the    mourners,"  faith 

VV  the  Lord, 

tc  Who  wait  and  tremble  at  my  word, 
Who  walk  in  darknefs  all  the  day  ? 
Come,  make  my  name  your  trull  and  ftay. 
[No  works  nor  duties  of  your  own, 
Can  for  the  fmalleft  fin  atone ; 
The  robes  which  nature  may  provide, 
Will  not  yourleaft  pollutions  hide. 
The  fofteft  couch  which  nature  knows, 
Can  give  the  confcience  no  repofe  : 
Look  to  my  righteoufnefs  and  live  ; 
Comfort  and  peace  are  mine  to  give.] 
Ye  fons  of  pride  who  kindle  coals 
With  your  own  hands,  to  warm  your  fouls** 
"Walk  in  the  light  of  your  own  fire, 
Enjoy  the  fparks  which  ye  deiire  : 
This  is  your  portion  at  my  hands, 
Hell  waits  you  with  her  iron  bands  % 
Ww 


S2o  HYMNS  AND  B.  II, 

Ye  mall  (ie  down  in  forrow  there, 
In  death,  in  darknefs,  and  defpair." 

Hymn    CLV.     Common  Metre. 
Chrifl  our  pajfover. 

1  ~Y    O,  the  deftroying  angel  flies 
JLi  To  Pharaoh's  ftubborn  land  ! 
The  pride  and  flow'r  of  Egypt  dies 

By  his  vindictive  hand. 
^  He  pafs'd  the  tents  of  Jacob  o'er, 
Nor  pour'd  the  wrath  divine  ; 
He  faw  the  blood  on  ev'ry  door, 
And  bieft  the  peaceful  fign. 

9  Thus  the  appointed  Lamb  mull  bleed, 
To  break  th'  Egyptian  yoke  ; 
Thus  Ifr'ei  is  from  bondage  freed, 
And  'fcapes  the  angel's  ftroke. 

4  Lord,  if  my  heart  were  fprinkled  too 

With  blood  fo  rich  as  thine, 
Juftice  no  longer  would  purfue 
This  guilty  foul  of  mine. 

5  Jefus  our  pafTover  was  {lain, 

And  has  at  once  procur'd, 
Freedom  from  Satan's  heavy  chain, 
And  God's  avenging  fword. 

Hymn    CLVI.     Common  Metre. 

Trefuniption  and  defpair  :  or  Satan's  various  tern 

tations. 
x   TT  HATE  the  tempter  and  his  charms, 
X     I  hate  his  flatt'ring  breath  ; 
The  ferpent  takes  a  thoufand  forms, 
To  cheat  our  fouls  to  death. 

2  He  feeds  our  hopes  with  airy  dreams, 

Or  kills  with  flarim  fear  ; 


B.II«        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         $$$ 

And  holds  us  ftill  in  wide  extremes^ 
Prefumption  or  defpair. 

3  Now  he  perfuades,  how  eafy  'tis 

To  walk  the  road  to  heay'n  ; 
Anon  he  fwells  our  fins,  and  cries 
They  cannot  be  forgiv'n. 

4  He  bids  young  finnersr^  forbear* 

To  think  of  God  or  death  ; 

tf  For  prayer  and   devotion  are 

"  But  melancholy  breath." 

5  He  tells  the  aged,  they  mufi  die, 

"  And  'tis  too  late  to  pray, 
*'  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry* 
"  For  they  have  loft  their  day." 

6  Thus  he  fupports  his  cruel  throne* 

By  mifchief  and  deceit, 
And  drags  the  fons  of  Adam  down 
To  darknefs  and  the  pit. 

7  Almighty  God,  cut  fhort  his  pow'r, 

Let  him  in  darknefs  dwell ; 
And,  that  he  vex  the  earth  no  more, 
Confine  him  down  to  hell, 

flrMN    CLVII.     Com.  Metre.       Thefarne* 
I  IVf^^  $atan  comes  with  dreadful  roar* 

X\|    And  threatens  to  deftroy  ; 
|   He  worries  whom  he  can't  devour, 

With  a  malicious  joy. 
e  Ye  fons  of  God,  oppofe  his  rage, 
Refill,  and  he'll  be  gone  ; 
Thus  did  our  deareft  Lord  engage. 
And  vanquiih  him  alone. 
\  Now  he  appears  almoft  divine ! 
Like  innocence  and  love  ; 
But  the  old  ferpent  lurks  within, 
When  he  afTumes  the  dov* 


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532  HYMNS  AND  B.  II 

4  Fly  from  the  falfe  deceiver's  tongue, 
Ye  fons  of  Adam,  fly  ! 
Our  parents  found  the  fnare  too  ftrong, 
Nor  fhould  the  children  try. 


Hymn     CLVIII.     Long  Metre. 
Few  faved ."-  ory  the  almcjl  cbriftian,  the   hypocrite 
and  apojiate. 

i   T>ROAD  is  the  road  which  leads  to  death-, 
J3  And  thoufands  walk  together  there  ? 
But  wifdom  ihews  a  narrower  path. 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

£  Deny  tbyfelf,  and  take  thy  crojs, 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command ! 
Nature  rauft  count  her  gold  but  drofs. 
If  fhe  would  gain  this  he*av'nly  land. 

'3  The  fearful  foul,  who  tires  and  faints, 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
Is  but  efteem'd  almcfir  a  faint, 
And  makes  his  own  deftru&ion  fure* 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain, 
Create  my  heart  intirely  new  ; 
"Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 
Which  falfe  apoftates  never  knew. 


Hymn     CLIX.     Common  Metre. 
An  unconverted  J} ate  l  or>  converting  grace*,. 
i   f^i  REAT  King  of  glory  and  of  grace  I 
VJ  We  own  with  humble  fhame 
How  vile  is  our  degen'rate  race, 
And  our  firft  father's  name. 
2  From  Adam  flows  our  tainted  bloody 
The  poifon  reigns  within, 
Makes  us  averfe  to  all  that's  good, 
And  willing  (laves  to  fin. 


B.  II.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        533 

3  [Daily  we  break  thy  holy  laws, 

And  then  rejeft  thy  grace ; 
Engag'd  in  the  oldferpent's  caufe, 
Againft  our  Maker's  face.] 

4  We  live  eftrang'd  afar  from  God, 

And  love  the  diftance  well ; 
With  hafte  we  run  the  dang'rous  road' 
Which  leads  to  death  and  hell. 

5  And  can  fuch  rebels'  be  reftor'd  ! 

Such  natures  made  divine  ! 
Let  finners  fee  thy  glory,  Lord, 
And  feel  this  pow'r  of  thine. 

6  We  raife  our  Father's  name  on  high;. 

Who  his  own  Spirit  fends 
To  bring  rebellious  ftrangers  nigh, 
And  turn  his  foes  to  friends; 


Htmn    CLX.     Long  Metre. 
Cujlom  in  fin.- 

1  "       ET  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood 

1  u  Put  off  the  fpots  which  nature  give?, 
Then  may  the  wicked  turn  to  God, 
And  change  their  tempers,  and  their  lives, 

2  As  well  might  Ethiopian  ilaves 
Warn  out  the  darknefs  of  their  fkin ; 
The  dead  as  well  may  leave  their  graves, 
As  old  tranfgreflbrs  ceafe  to  fin. 

3  Where  vice  has  held  its  empire  long, 
'Twill  not  endure  the  leait  controul ; 
None  but.  a. pow'r  divinely  ftrong, 
Can  turn  the  current  of  the  foul. 

4  Great  God !  I  own  thy  pow'r  divine, 
Which  foon  can  change  this  heart  of  mine  5 
I  would  be  form'd  anew,  and  blefs 

The  wonders  of  creating  grace, 

*Ww  z 


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HYMNS    AND  B.  II 


Hymn    CLXI.    Common  Metre. 
Chrijiian  virtues  :  or,  the  difficulty  of  co7iverfoiu 
i  QTRAIT  is  the  way,  the  door  is  ftrait*. 
J5  Which  leads  to  joys  on  high; 
'Tis  but  a  few  who  find  the  gate, 
While  crowds  miftake,  and  die. 
1  Beloved  felfmuft  be  deny'd, 
The  mind  and  will  renew'd, 
Pafiion  fupprefs'd,  and  patience  try'd* 
And  vaindefires  fubdu'd. 
3  Flefh  is  a  dang'rous  foe  to  grace, 
Where  it  prevails  and  rules ; 
Flefh  muft  be  humbled,  pride  abas'dj 
Left  they  deftroy  our  fouls. 

4  The  love  of  gold  be  banifh'd  hence, 

(That  vile  idolatry) 
And  ev'ry  member,  ev'ry  fenfe, 
In  fweetfubjeclion  lie. 

5  The  tongue,  that  moft  unruly  pow's 

Requires  a  ftrong  reflraint : 
We  muft  be  watchful  ev'ry  hour, 
And  pray,  but  never  faint. 

6  Lord !  can  a  feeble,  helplefs  worm 

Fulfil  a  taft  fo  hard  ? 
Thy  grace  muft  all  my  work  perform* 
And  give  the  free  reward. 

Hymn     CLXII.     Common  Metre. 

Meditation  of  heaven  :  or,  the  joy  of  faith. 
I   TL  /$  Y  thoughts  furmount  thefe  lower  flues.? 
IV JL   And  look  within  the  veil  ; 
There  fprings  of  endlefs  pleafure  rife, 
The  waters  never  fail. 
a  There  I  behold  with  fweet  delight, 
The  blefled  Three  in  One  s 


3.  II.  SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        535 

And  flrong  affeftions  fix  my  fight 
On  God's  incarnate  Son. 

His  prom ife  Hands  for  ever  firm, 

His  grace  fhall  ne'er  depart  ; 
He  binds  my  name  upon  his  arm, 

And  feals  it  on  his  heart. 
Light  are  the  pains  which  nature  brings, 

How  fhort  our  forrows  are, 
When  with  eternal  future  things, 

The  prefent  we  compare  ! 
5  I  would  not  be  a  ftranger  ftill 

To  that  celeitial  place, 
Where  I  for  ever  hope  to  dwell, 

Near  my  Redeemer's  face. 

H  r  m  n    CLXIII.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  of  defertion  and  temptations. 

DEAR  Lord  !  behold  our  fore  diftrefs  % 
Our  fins  attempt  to  reign  ; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm  of  conqu'ring  grace-, 

And  let  thy  foes  be  flain. 
[The  lion  with  his  dreadful  roar, 

Affrights  thy  feeble  lheep  : 
Reveal  the  glory  of  thy  pow'r, 

And  chain  him  to  the  deep. 
Muft  we  indulge  a  long  defpair  ? 

Shall  our  petitions  die  ? 
Our  mournings  never  reach  thine  ear, 

Nor  tears  affect  thine  eye  ?] 
If  thou  defpife  a  mortal  groan, 

Yet  hear  a  Saviour's  blood  ; 
An  Advocate  fo  near  the  throne, 

Pleads  and  prevails  with  God. 
He  brought  the  Spirit's  pow'rful  fworck 

To  flay  our  deadly  foes: 


5^6  HYMNS  AND  B.  II. 

Our  fins  mall  die  beneath  thy  word, 
And  hell  in  vain  oppofe. 
6  How  boundlefs  is  our  Father's  grace, 
In  height,  and  depth,  and  length  ! 
He  made  his  Son  our  righteoufnefs, 
His  Spirit  is  our  ftrength. 

Hymn     CLXIV.     Common  Metre* 
The  end  of  the  world. 

1  II JUY  fhould  this  earth  delight  us  fb  ? 

VV     Why  fhould  we  fix  our  eyes 
On  thefe  low  grounds  where  forrows  grow, 
And  ev'ry  pleafure  dies  ? 

2  While  time  his  fharpeft  teeth  preparer 

Our  comforts  to  devour, 
There  is  a  land  above  the  ftars, 
And  joys  above  his  pow'r. 

3  Nature  fhall  be  diflblv'd  and  die, 

The  fun  muft  end  his  race, 
The  earth  and  fea  for  ever  fly 
Before  my  Saviour's  face. 

4  When  will  that  glorious  morning  rife  I 

When  the  laft  trumpet  found, 
And  call  the  nations  to  the  fkies, 
From  underneath  the  ground  h 


Hymn    CLXV.     Common  Metre. 
Unfruitfuhefs,  ignorance,  and  unfanclified  ajfe3ioitt% 
i    T    ONG  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found 
1   j     Of  thy  falvation,  Lord ; 
But  ftiil  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word  ! 
2  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 
And  hear  almoft  in  vain  ; 
How  fmall  a  portion  of  thy  gracfc 
My  mep'ry  can  retain  1 


B.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        537 

3  [My  dear  Almighty,  and  my  God* 

How  little  art  thou  known 
By  all  the  judgments  of  thy  rod, 
And  bleflings  of  thy  throne.] 

4  [How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love  ! 

How  negligent  my  fear  ! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above  ! 
How  few  affections  there  !] 

5  Great  God!  thy  fov'reign  pow'r impart* 

To  give  thy  word  fuccefs : 
Write  thy  falvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 

6  Shew  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 

Which  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  fhall  never  die.] 

II  r  m  n     CLXVI.     Common  Metre* 
The  dkuine  ferfefiions. 

1  TTOW  fhall  I  praife  th'  eternal  GOD, 
Jf~i  That  Infinite  Unknown  ? 

Who  can  afcend  his  high  abode, 
Or  venture  near  his  throne  ? 

2  [The  great  Invisible  !  he  dwells- 

Conceai'd  in  dazzling  light ; 
But  his  all-fearching  eye  reveals 
The  fecrets  of  the  night. 

3  Thofe  watchful  eyes  which  never  fleep, 

Survey  the  world  around  ; 
His  wifdom  is  a  boundlefs  deep, 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd.J 

4  [Speak  we  of  ftrength  ?  His  arm  is  ft rong_ 

To  fave,  or  to  deftroy  ; 
Infinite  years  his  life  prolong, 
And  endlefs  is  hisjoy.] 


538  HYMNS  AND  B.  IL 

5  [He  knows  no  fhadow  of  a  change, 

Nor  alters  his  decrees  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  his  truth  remains, 
To  guard  his  promifes.] 

6  Sinners  before  his  prefence  die  u 

How  holy  is  his  name  ! 
His  anger  and  his  jealoufy 
Burn  like  devouring  flame. 

7  JufUce  upon  a  dreadful  throne 

Maintains  the  rights  of  God, 
While  mercy  fends  her  pardons  down, 

Bought  with  a  Saviour's  blood. 
%  Now  to  my  foul,  immortal  King, 

Speak  fome  forgiving  word  ; 
Then  'twill  be  double  joy  tofing 

The  glories  of  my  Lord. 

H-r  m  n    CLXVII.    Long  Metre. 

<  • ,       The  divine  perfections. 

i  £>  REAT  God  !  thy  glories  fhall  employ 
VJT  My  holy  fear,  my  humble  joy  ; 
My  lips,  in  fongs  of  honour,  bring 
Their  tribute  to  th'  eternal  King. 

.2   [Earth  and  the  ftars,  and  worlds  unknown*, 
Depend  precarious  on  his  throne  ; 
All  nature  hangs  upon  his  word, 
And  grace  and  glory  own  their  Lord. 

3  His  fov'reign  pow'r,  what  mortal  knows  ? 
If  he  command,  who  dare  oppofe  ? 
With  ftrength  he  girds  himfelf  around, 
And  treads  the  rebels  to  the  ground. 

4  Who  fhall  pretend  to  teach  him  fkill, 
Or  guide  the  counfelscf  his  will  ? 
His  wifdom,  like  a  fea  divine, 
Flow*  deep  and  high  beyond  our  line. 


3.  II.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        539 

5  His  name  is  holy,  and  his  eye 
Burns  with  immortal  jealoufy  ; 

He  hates  the  fons  of  pride,  and  fheds 
His  fiery  vengeance  on  their  heads. 

6  The  beamings  of  his  piercing  fight 
Bring  dark  hypocrify  to  light  ; 
Death  and  deftruction  naked  lie, 
And  hell  uncover'd  to  his  eye, 

rj  Th'  eternal  law  before  him  Hands  ; 

His  juftice,  with  impartial  hands, 

Divides  to  all  their  due  reward, 

Or  by  the  fceptre,  or  the  fword. 
%  His  mercy  like  a  boundlefs  fea, 

Wafhes  our  loads  of  guilt  away  : 

While  his  own  Son  came  down  and  dy'd, 

T'  engage  his  juftice  on  our  fide. 
9  Each  of  his  words  demand  my  faith, 

My  foul  can  reft  on  all  he  faith  ; 

His  truth  inviolably  keeps 

The  larger!  promife  of  his  lips.] 
<;io  Oh,  tell  me  with  a  gentle  voice, 

Thou  art  my  God>  and  I'll  rejoice ; 

FilPd  with  thy  love,  I  dare  proclaim 

The  brighteft  honours  of  thy  name. 

Htmn    CLXVIII.     Long  Metre, 
The  fame. 
-i    TEHOVAH  reigns,  his  throne  is  high, 

J    His  robes  are  light  and  majefty  ; 

His  glories  fhine  with  beams  fo  bright, 

No  mortal  can  fuftain  the  fight. 
«■  His  terrours  keep  the  world  in  awe, 

His  juftice  guards  his  holy  law, 

His  love  reveals  a  fmiling  face, 

His  truth  and  promife  feals  the  graces 


54o  HYMNS    AND  B.  I] 

.3  Through  all  his  works  his  wifdom  mines, 
And  baffles  Satan's  deep  defigns; 
His  pow'r  is  fov'reign  to  fulfil 
The  nobleft  counfels  of  his  will. 

4  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  defcend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
Then  let  my  fongs  with  angels  join  ; 
Heav'n  is  fecure,  if  God  be  mine. 

H  r  m  n    CLXIX.     Particular  Metre, 
s  'THHE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
X       His  throne  is  built  on  high  ; 
The  garments  he  affumes, 
Are  light  and  majefty  ; 

His  glories  mine 

With  beams  fo  bright, 

No  mortal  eye 

Can  bear  the  fight. 
C  The  thunders  of  his  hand, 
Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe  ; 
His  wrath  and  juftice  ftand 
To  guard  his  holy  law  ; 

And  where  his  love 

Reloives  to  blels, 

His  truth  confirms 

And  feals  the  grace. 
&  Through  all  his  ancient  works, 
Surprifing  wifdom  mines, 
Confounds  the  pow'rs  of  hell, 
And  breaks  their  curs'd  defigns  ; 

Strong  is  his  arm, 

And  mail  fulfil 

His  great  decrees, 

His  fov'reign  will. 
4.  And  can  this  mighty  King 
Of  glory  condeicend  ? 


3.  II.         SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        54c 

And  will  he  write  his  name, 
My  Father,  and  my  Friend? 

I  love  his  name, 

I  love  his  word  ; 

Join  all  my  pow'rs, 

And  praife  the  Lord. 

Hymn    CLXX.     Long  Metre, 
God  incomprehenjtble  and ' fovereign, 
{/^AN  creatures,  to  perfection,  find 

%^s  Th'  eternal,  uncreated  mind  ? 
Or  can  the  largeft  ftretch  of  thought 
Meafure  and  fearch  his  nature  out  ? 
'Tis  hig^  as  heav'n !   'tis  deep  as  hell  I 
And  whar  can  mortals  know  or  tell  ? 
His  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  Iky, 
And  all  the  fhining  worlds  on  high. 
But  man,  vain  man,  would  fain  be  wife* 
Born,  like  a  wild  young  colt,  he  flies 
Thro'  all  the  follies  of  his  mind, 
And  fmelis  and  muffs  the  empty  wind.] 
God  is  a  King  of  pow'r  unknown, 
Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne  ; 
If  he  refolve,  Who  dare  oppofe, 
Or  afk  him  why,  or  what  he  does  ? 
He  wounds  the  heart,  and  he  makes  whole?. 
He  calms  the  tempeil  of  the  foul ; 
When  he  fhuts  up  in  long  defpair, 
Who  can  remove  the  heavy  bar? 
He  frowns,  and  darknefs  veils  the  moon^, 
The  fainting  fun  grows  dim  at  noon; 
The  pillars  of  heavVs  ftarry  roof, 
Tremble  and  ftart  at  his  reproof. 

He  gave  the  vaulted  heav'n  its  form, 
The  crooked  ferpent  and  the  worm* 


542        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.         B.  It 

He  breaks  the  billows  with  his  breath, 
And  fmites  the  fons  of  pride  to  death. 
.  $  Thefe  are  a  portion  of  his  ways ; 
But  who  ihall  dare  defcribe  his  face? 
Who  can  endure  his  light,  or  ftand 
To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  handi 


END  cf  the  Second  Boor. 


Book  III. 


Prepared  for  the  Holy  Ordinance  of  the 
Lord's  Supper. 


Hymn    I.    Long  Metre. 
The  Lord's /upper  infiituted.      1  Cor.  xi.  23,  &o 
i  JnpWas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
JL     When  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell  arofc 
Againft  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes  ; 

2  Before  the  mournful  fcene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blefsM  and  brake  ; 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran ! 
Whatwond'rous  words  of  grace  he  fpake  ! 

3  This  is  my  body  broke  for  Jin, 
Receive,  and  eat  the  living  food  : 

Then  took  the  cup,  and  blefs'd  the  wine, 
9Tis  the  new  co-Jnanfinmy  blood. 

4  [For  us  his  flefh  with  nails  was  torn, 
He  bore  the  fcourge,  he  felt  the  thorn  ; 
Andjufticepour'd  upon  his  head 

Its  heavy  vengeance  in  our  ftead. 

5  For  us  his  vital  blood  was  fpilt, 
To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  guilt, 
When  for  black  crimes  of  biggefl  fize. 
He  gave  his  foul  a  facrifice.] 


-544  HYMNS    AND  B.  II L 

6  Do  this,  he  cry'd,  '/;'//  time  Jh all  end, 
In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  Friend  : 
Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 

^The  love  of  your  departed  Lord. 

7  VJefus>  tny  feaft  we  celebrate, 

We  ihew  thy  death,  we  ling  thy  name^ 
'Till  thou  return,  and  we  mall  eat 
The  marriage-fupper  of  the  Lamb.] 


H  r  m  n-    II.    Short  Metre. 
'Communion  ivitb  Christ1,  and  ivith faints* 

i  Cor.  x,  1 5,  17. 
*I   [  ^ESUS  invites  his  faints 

J     To  meet  around  his  board  ;. 
Here  pardon'd  rebels  fit  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord- 
'^  For  food  he  gives  his  flefn  ; 

He  bids  us  drink  his  blood  : 
Amazing  favour !  matchlefs  grac* 
Of  our  defcending  God  !] 

3  This  holy  bread  and  wine, 

Maintain   our  fainting  breaths 
By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  int'reft  in  his  death. 

4  Our  heav'nly  Father  calls 

Chrift  and  his  members  one ; 
"We  the  young  children  of  his  love^ 
And  he    the  rlrft-born  Son. 

5  We  are  but  fev'ral  parts 

Of  the  fame  broken  bread  ; 

One  body,  with  its  fev'ral  limbs-. 

But  Jefus  is  the  head. 

6  Let  all  our  pcw'rsbe  join'd, 

His  glorious  name  to  raife  £ 


3. III.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        545 

Pleafure  and  love  fill-  ev'ry  mind* 
And  ev'ry  voice  be  praife. 


Hymn    III.     Common  Metre. 

Ihe  New  Tefiament  in  the  blood  of Chrift  :   or^the 

nenxj  covenant  fealed. 

1  «  r~r^HE  promife  of  my  Father's  love 

X     "  Shall  ftand  for  ever  good  :" 
He  faid — and  gave  his  foul  to  death. 
And  feal'd  the  grace  with  blood. 

2  To  this  dear  cov'nant  of  thy  word, 

I  fet  my  worthlefs  name  ; 
I  feal  th'  engagement  with  my  Lord, 

And  make  my  humble  claim. 
5  Thy  light,  and  flrength,  and  pard'ning  graces 

And  glory  mall  be  mine; 
My  life  and  foul,  my  heart  and  flefh*. 

And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine. 
4.  I  call  that  legacy  my  own, 

Which  Jefus  did  bequeath ; 
'Twas  purchas'd  with  a  dying  groan>- 

Andratify'd  in  death. 
Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  his  name, 

Who  biefs'd  us  in  his  will, 
And  to  his  tefiament  of  love, 

Made  his  own  life  the  feal.: 


Hymn    IV.     Common  Metre.     1 
hriftV  dying  love  :  or  our  pardon  bought  at  a  dea^ 
price* 
I  T  TOW  condefcending  and  how  kind, 
X  X    Was  God's  eternal  Son  ! 
Our  mis'ry  reach'd  his  heav'nly  rnind3 

And  pity  brought  him  down. 
[WhenJuftice  by  our  fins  provoke, 
Drew  forth  its  dreadful  fword, 
X.x  z 


546  KYMNS    AND  B.  IIL 

He  gave  his  foul  up  to  the  ftroke, 
Without  a  murm'ring  word.] 
3  He  funk  beneath  our  heavy  woes-, 
To  raife  us  to  his  throne  : 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  beftows,. 
But  coft  his  heart  a  groan.] 
4.  This  was  companion  like  a  God, 
That  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 
£  Now  though  he  reigns  exalted  high3. 
His  love  is  ftill  as  great  : 
Well  he  remembers  Calvary, 
Nor  let  his  faints  forget. 
6  [Here  we  behold  his  bowels  roll 
As  kind  as  when  He  dy'd, 
And  fee  the  forrows  of  his  foul 
Bleed  through  his  wounded  fide*. 
f  Here  we  receive  repeated  feals 
Qijefu.s'*  dying  love  : 
Hard  is  the  wretch  who  never  feels 
One  foft  affection  move.] 
S  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 
While  we  his  death  record, 
And  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt, 
Mourn  that  we  pierc*d  the  Lord. 

iiiii 

Hymn    V.     Common  Metre. 
Chrift  the  bread  of  life.     John  vi.  31,  35,  39, 
1   X    ET  us  adore  th'  eternal  Word, 
JLi     'Tis  he  our  fouls  has  fed  : 
Thou  art  our  living  ftream,  O  Lord, 
And  thou  th'  immortal  bread. 
\2  [The  manna  came  from  lower  Ikies, 
But  Jefus  from  above. 


III.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        547 

Where  the  frefh  fprings  of  pleafure  rifej 
And  rivers  How  with  love. 

The  Jews,  the  fathers,  dy'd  at  kit, 

Who  ate  that  heav'nly  bread  ; 
But  thefe  provifions  which  we  tafte, 

Can  raife  us  from  the  dead. 
Bleft  be  the  Lord,  who  gives  his  flefh 

To  nourim -dying- men  ; 
And  often  fpreads  his  table  frefh, 

Left  we  mould  faint  again. 
Our  fouls  mall  draw  their  heav'nly  breath* 

While  Jefus  finds  fupplies  ; 
Nor  mall  our  graces  fink  to  death, 

For  Jefus  never  dies. 
6  Daily  our  mortal  flefh  decays, 

But  Chriji  our  life  mail  come  ; 
His  unrefifted  powrr  fhall  raife 

Our  bodies  from  the  tomb.] 

H  r  m  n    VI.    Long  Metre. 
The  memorial  of  our  ahfent  Lord.       John  xvi.  1&* 
Luke  xxii.  19.     John  xiv.  3. 

1  cjESUS  is  gone  above  the  fides, 

J    Where  our  weak  fenfes  reach  him  not; 

And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes, 

To  thrufl  our  Saviour  from  our  thought. 

2  He  knows  what  wand'ring  hearts  we  have,} 
Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face  ; 
And  to  refrefh  our  minds,  he  gave 
Thefe  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  of  life  this  table  fpread 
With  his  own  flem  and  dying  blood, 
We  on  the  riclxprovifion  feed, 

And  tafe  the  wine,  and  bkfs  pur  God, 


548  HYMNS  AND  B.  II}|j 

4  Let  finful  fvveets  be  alt  forgot, 
And  earth  grow  lefs  in  our  efleem  ; 
ChriJiz.vA  his  love  fill  ev'ry  thought,. 
And  faith  and  hope  befix'd  on  him. 

5  While  he  is  abfent  from  our  fight, 
'Tis  to  prepare  our  fouls  a  place, 
That  we  may  dwell  in  heav'nly  light, 
And  live  for  ever  near  his  face. 

6  [Our  eyes  look  upward  to  the  hills 
Whence  our  returning  Lord  Ihall  come.;- 
We  wait  thy  chariot's  awful  wheels, 
To  fetch  our  longing  fpirits  home.] 


Hymn    VII.     Long  Metre. 
Crucifixion  to  the  world  by  the  crofs  ofQhTifii. 
Gal,  vi.   14. 
2   TT  7HEN  I  furvey  the  wond'rous  crofs 
V  V     On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  dy'd, 
My  richefl:  gain  I  count  but  lofs, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  ihould  boaft, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Cbriji,  my  God  : 

All  the  vain  things-  which  charm  me  moft^ 
I  facrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ! ' 
Did  e'er  fuch  love  and  forrow  meet  ? 
Or  thorns  compofe  fo  rich  a  crown  ?/ 

4  [His  dying  crimfon,  like  a  robe, 
Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree  ; 
Then  ami  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me.] 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That. were. »  preterit  far  tQQ.  (mall.:. 


5.  III.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        549 

Love,  fo  amazing,  fo  divine, 
Demands  my  foul,  my  life,  my  all. 

Hymn     VIII.     Common  Metre, 
The  Tree  of  life. 

COME,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune 
To  our  exalted  Lord, 
"Ve  faints  on  high  around  his  throne*.. 

And  we  around  his  board. 
While  once  upon  this  lower  ground 

Weary  and  faint  ye  flood, 
What  dear  refrefhment  here  you  found 

From  this  immortal  food  ! 
The  ties  of  life  which  near  the  throne* 

In  heavVs  high  garden  grows, 
Laden  with  grace,.bends  gently  down 

Its  ever  fmiling  boughs. 
[Hov'ring  among  the  leaves,  there  frands 

The  fweet  celeftial  Dove, 
And  Jefus  on  the  branches  hangs 

The  banner  of  his  love.] 
['Tisa  young  heav'n  of  ffcrange  delight* 

While  in  his.  {hade -we  fit ; 
His  fruit  is  pleafing  to  the  light, 

And  to  the  tafte  as  fweet.. 
New  life  it  fpreads  through  dying  hearty 

And  cheers  the  drooping  mind  : 
Vigour  and  joy  the  juice  imparts, 

Without  a  fting  behind.] 
Now  let  the  naming  weapon  ftand> 

And  guard  all  Eden's  trees  : 
There's  ne'er  a  plant  in  all  that  land, 

Which  bears  fuch  fruit  as  thefe. 
Infinite  grace  our  fouls  adore, 

Whofe.  wond'rous  hand  has  made 


550  HYMNS    AND  B.  U 

This  living  branch  of  fov'reign  pow'r, 
To  raife  and  heal  the  dead. 


H  r  m  n    IX.      Short  Metre. 
The  Spirit,  the  water,  and  the  blood.    I  John  V.  t 
i  [  T    ET  all  our  tongues  be  one, 

J 4     To  praife  our  God  on  hig.h> 

Who  from  his  bofom  fent  his  Son, 

To  fetch  us  ftrangers  nigh. 
2  Nor  let  our  voices  ceafe 

To  fing  the  Saviour's  name  ; 
Jtfus,  th'  Ambaflador  of  peace, 

How  cheerfully  he  came  ! 
.3  It  coft  him  cries  and  tears, 

To  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 
Great  was  our  debt*  and  he  appears 

To  make  the  payment  good.] 

4  [My  Saviour's  pierced  fide 

Pour'd  out  a  double  flood ;: 
By  water  we  are  purify'd,. 

And  pardon'd  by  the  blood* 

5  Infinite  was  our  guilt, 

But  he,  our  prieft,  atones  ; 
On  the  cold  ground  his  life  was  fpilt, 
And  offer'd  with  his  groans.] 

4  Look  up,  my  foul,  to  him 

Whole  death  was  thy  defer t, 
And  humbly  view  the  living  ftream- 

Flow  from  his  breaking  heart.. 
7  There,  on  the  curfed  tree, 

In  dying  pangs  he  lies, 
Fulfils  his  Father's  great  decree, 

And  all  our  want  fupplies. 

5  Thus  the  Redeemer  came, 

By  water  and  by  blood  : 


3.  HI.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        55* 

And  when  the  Spirit  fpeaks  the  fame, 

We  feel  his  witnefs  good. 
g  While  the  eternal  three 

Bear  their  record  above, 
Then  I  believe  he  dy'd  for  me, 

And  feal  my  Saviour's  love. 
io  [Lord,  cleanfe  my  foul  from  fin, 

Nor  let  thy  grace  depart ; 
Great  Comforter  I  abide  within, 

And  witnefs  to  my  heart.] 


Hymn    X.    Long  Metre. 
jlhrift  crucified  :  the  wifdom  and  power  o/Gon, 

NATURE  with  open  volume  ftands, 
To  fpread  her  Maker's  praife  abroad  ; 
J  And  ev'ry  labour  of  his  hands, 
I  Shews  fomething  worthy  of  a  God  : 
But  in  the  grace  which  refcu'd  man, 
His  brighter!:  form  of  glory  fhines, 
Here  on  the  crofs,  'tis  fairefr.  drawn 
In  precious  blood,  and  crimfon  lines. 
[Here  his  whole  name  appears  complete  ; 
Nor  wit  can  guefs,  nor  reafon  prove, 
Which  of  the  letters  bell  is  writ, 
The  pow'r,  the  wifdom,  or  the  love.] 
Here  I  behold  his  inmoft  heart, 
Where  grace  and  vengeance  ftrangely  join? 
Piercing  his  Son  with  Iharpeft  fmart, 
To  make  the  purchas'd  pleafures  mine, 

0  !  the  fweet  wonders  of  that  crofs 
Where  God  the  Saviour  lov'd  and  dy'd  ! 
Her  nobleft  life,  my  fpirit  draws 

from  his  dear  wounds,  and  bleeding  fide* 

1  would  for  ever  fpeak  his  name 
la  founds  to  mortal  ears  unknown^ 


552  HYMNS  AND  B.  III. 

With  angels  join  to.  praife  the  Lamb, 
And  worihip  at  his  Father's  throne. 


Hymn    XT.    Common  Metre. 
Pardon  brought  toourfenfes. 

i   X    ORD,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  ! 
I   j    How  heav'nly  is  fhe  place 
Where  Jefus  fpreads  the  facred  feaft 
Of  his  redeeming  grace  ! 
Z  Here  the  rich  bounties  cf  our  God, 
And  fweeteft  glories  mine  ; 
Here  Jefus  fays  that  I  am  his, 
And  my  Beloved's  mine. 

3  Here  (fays  the  kind  redeeming  Lord, 

And  fhews  his  wounded  fide) 
See  here  the  fpring  of  all  your  joys, 
Which  open'd  when  I  dy'd  1 

4  [He  fmiles,  and  cheers  my  mournful  heart> 

And  tells  of  all  his  pain  : 
All  this  (fays  he)  I  bore  for  thee, 
And  then  he  fmiles  again.] 

5  What  mall  we  pay  our  heav'nly  King 

For  grace  fo  raft  as  this  ? 
He  brings  our  pardon  to  our  eyes, 
And  feals  it  with  a  kifs. 

6  [Let  fuch  amazing  loves  as  thefe 

Be  founded  all  abroad  ; 
Such  favours  are  beyond  degrees, 
And  worthy  of  a  God.] 

7  [To  him  who  waftVd  us  in  his  blood, 

Be  everlafting  praife, 
5alvation,  honour,  glory,  pow'r, 
%e-rnaias  his  days.] 


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H  r  m  n    XII.     Long  Metre. 
The  gofpeUfeaft*     Luke  xiv.  16,  &c. 

1  [T_TOW  rich  are  thy  provifions,  Lord! 

il  Thy  table  furnifh'd  from  above, 
The  fruits  of  life  o'erfpread  the  board, 
The  cup  o'erflows  with  heav'nly  love, 

2  Thine  ancient  family,  the  Jews 
Were  firft  invited  to  the  feaft : 

I    We  humbly  take  what  they  refufe, 
And  Gentiles  thy  Falvation  tafte. 

3  We  are  the  poor,  the  Dlind,  the  lame, 
And  help  was  far,  and  death  was  nighl 
But  at  the  gofpel-call  we  came, 

And  ev'ry  want  receiv'd  fupply. 

4  from  the  highway  which  leads  to  hell, 
From  paths  of  darknefs  and  defpair, 
Lord,  we  are  come  with  thee  to  dwell* 
Glad  to  enjoy  thy  prefence  here.] 

■5   [What  ihall  we  pay  th'  eternal  Son, 
Who  left  the  heav'n  of  his  abode, 
And  to  this  wretched  earth  came  dowria 
To  bring  us  wand'rers  back  to  God. 

£  It  coft  him  death  to  fave  our  lives  ; 
To  buy  our  fouls,  it  coft  his  own ; 
And  all  the  unknown  joys  he  gives, 
Were  bought  with  agonies  unknown* 

7  Our  everlafting  love  is  due 

To  him  who  ranfom'd  finners  loft  ; 
And  pity'd  rebels,  when  he  knew 
The  vaft  expenfe  his  love  would  coft.] 

H  y  m  n    XIII.     Common  Metre. 
3)i-vine  fa-ve  making  a  feaft,  and  calling  in  the  gueft&> 

Luke  xiv.  17,  22,  23. 
1   1    y  OW  fweet  and  awful  is  the  place* 
XX  With  Cbrift  within  the  doors, 
Yy 


554  HYMNS  AND  B.  III. 

While  everlafting  love  difplays 

The  choiceft  of  her  flores ! 
,2  Here,  ev'ry  bowel  of  our  God 

With  foft  companion  rolls  ; 
Here,  peace  and  pardon  bought  with  blood, 

Is  food  for  dying  fouls. 

3   [While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  fongs, 
Join  to  admire  the  feait, 
Each  of  us  cry  with  thankful  tongues, 
"  Lord,  why  was  I  a  gueft  ? 
4  t{  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 
'*  And  enter  while  there's  room  ; 
'*  When  thoufands  make  a  wretched  choice, 
"And  rather  ftarve  than  come  ?"] 
$  'Twas  the  fame  love  which  fpread  the  feaft, 
That  fweetly  forc'd  us  in  ; 
Elfe  we  had  ftill  refus'd  to  tafte. 
And  perifh'd  in  our  fin. 

6  [Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God, 

Conftrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  ftrangers  home. 

7  We  long  to  fee  thy  churches  full, 

That  all  thechofen  race 
May  with  one  voice,  one  heart,  one  foul, 
Sing  thy  redeeming  grace.] 

Hymn    XIV.     Long  Metre; 

The  fong  of  Simeon  :   Luke  ii.  28.  or,  a  fight  of 

Chrift  makes  death  eafy. 

1  ~\TOWhave  our  hearts  embrac'd  our  God, 
jL\|    We  would  forget  all  earthly  charms, 
And  wifh  to  die  as  Simeon  would, 
With  his  young  Saviour  in  his  arms. 

2  Our  lips  mould  learn  that  joyful  fong, 
Were  but  our  hearts  prepar'd  like  his  : 


B.  III.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        555 

"  Our  fouls  ftill  waiting  to  be  gone, 
And  at  thy  word  depart  in  peace. 

3  Here  we  have  feen  thy  face,  OLord, 
And  view'd  falvation  with  our  eyes, 
Tailed  and  felt  the  living  word, 
The  bread  defcending  from  the  fkies.. 

4  Thou  haft  prepar'd  this  dying  Lamb* 
Haft  fet  his  blood  before  our  face, 
To  teach  theterrours  of  thy  name, 
And  fhew  the  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  He  is  our  light,  our  morning  ftar 
Shall  fhine  on  nations  yet  unknown  5 
The  glory  of  thine  Ifrhl  here, 

And  joy  of  fpirits  near  thy  throne." 

H  r  m  n     XV.     Common  Metre, 
Our  Lord  jefus  at  his  o<wn  table, 

1  r  I  ^HE  mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord 

X      Awakes  a  thankful  tongue  : 
How  rich  he  fpread  his  royal  board, 
And  bieft  the  food  and  fung  1 

2  Happy  the  msn  who  eat  this  breads 

But  doubly  bieft  was  he 
Who  gently  bow'd  his  loving  head, 
And  iean'd  it,  Lord,  on  thee. 

3  By  faith  the  fame  delights  we  tafte 

As  that  great  fav'rite  did, 
And  fit  and  lean  on  Jefus"  breaft, 
And  take  the  heav'nly  bread. 

4  Down  from  the  palace  of  the  fkies, 

Hither  the  King  defcends  ; 
"  Come,  my  beloved,  eat  (he  cries) 
And  drink  falvation,  friends. 
§-.  [My  flefh  is  food  and  phyfic  too, 
A-balm  for  all  your  pains : 


5$6  HYMNS  AND  B.  Ill, 

And  the  red  ftreams  of  pardon  flow 

Fromthefe  my  pierced  veins.1' 
6  Kofanna  to  his  bounteous  iove, 

For  fuch  a  feaft  below  ! 
And  yet  he  feeds  his  faints  above 

With  nobler  bleflings  too. 
n  Come,  the  dear  day,  the  glorious  hour, 

Which  brings  our  fouls  to  reft  ! 
Then  we  ihall  need  thefe  types  no  more, 

But  dwell  at  th'  heav'nly  feafij 

Hymn     XVI.     Common  Metre. 
The  agonies  of  Chrift. 

i  VTOW  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot, 
J^\      Our  hearts  no  more  repine  ; 
Our  fufPringsare  not  worth  a  thought, 
When,  Lord,  compar'd  with  thine. 
3  In  lively  figures  here  we  fee 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  Love  ; 
Each  of  us  hope  he  d/J  forme, 
And  then  our  griefs  remove. 

3  [Our  humble  faith  here  takes  her  rife, 

While  fitting  round  his  board  ; 
And  back  to  Calvary  fhe  flies, 
To  view  her  groaning  Lord. 

4  His  foul,  what  agonies  it  felt, 

When  his  own  God  withdrew  ! 
And  the  large  load  of  all  our  guilt, 
Lay  heavy  on  him  too. 

5  But  the  divinity  within, 

Supported  him  to  bear  : 
Dying  he  conquer'd  hell  and  fin  ; 
And  made  his  triumph  there.] 

6  Grace,  wifdom,  juftice,  join'd  and  wrought 

The  wonders  of  that  day : 


B.  III.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        557 

No  mortal  tongue,  nor  mortal  thought, 

Can  equal  thanks  repay. 
7   Our  hymns  mould  found  like  thofe  above,- 

Could  we  our  voices  raife  : 
Yet,  Lord,  our  hearts  fhall  all  be  love, 

And  all  our  lives  be  praife. 


Hymn    XVII.     Short  Metre. 
Incomparable  food  :  or,  the  flejb  and  blood  of  Chrlft, 
i    T^7     fing  th'  amazing  deeds 

YvV     Which  grace  divine  performs ; 
Th'  eternal  God  comes  down,  and  bleeds^ 

To  nourifh  dying  worms. 
2  This  foul  reviving  wine, 

Dear  Saviour,  'tis  thy  blood  I 
We  thank  that  facred  flefh  of  thine^. 
For  this  immortal  food. 

3  The  banquet  which  we  eat, 

Is  made  of  heav'nly  things : 
Earth  has  no  dainties  half  fo  fweet 
As  our  Redeemer  brings. 

4  In  vain  had  Adam  fought, 

And  fearch'd  his  garden  round3 
For  there  was  no  fuch  blefled  fruit 
In  all  the  happy  ground. 

5  Th'  angelic  hoft  above 

Can  never  tafte  this  food  ; 

They  feaft  upon  their  Maker's  love, 

But  not  a  Saviour's  blood. 

6  On  us  th'  almighty  Lord 

Bellows  this  matchlefs  grace, 
And  meets  us  with  fome  cheering  word; 
With  pleafure  in  his  face. 

7  Come,  all  ye  drooping  faints, 

And  banquet  with  the  King  % 
Yyz 


558  HYMNS  AND  B.  IIL 

This  wine  will  drown  your  fad  complaints, 
And  tune  your  voice  to  fmg. 

S  Salvation  to  the  name 
Of  our  adored  Chrift  : 

Through  the  wide  earth  his  grace  proclaim> 
His  glory  in  the  high'ft. 

Hymn    XVIII.     Long  Metre. 
The  fame. 

3    cyESUS,  we  bow  before  thy  feet, 
J     Thy  table  is  divinely  iior'd  ; 
Thy  facred  flefh  our  fouls  have  ate, 
'Tis  living  bread  ;  we  thank  thee,  Lord. 

2.  And  here  we  drink  our  Saviour's  blood  i 
We  thank  thee,  Lord  ;   'tis  gen'rous  wine, 
Mingled  with  love  the  fountain  fiow'd 
From  that  dear  bleeding  heart  of  thine. 

3  On  earth  is  no  fuch  fweetnefs  found, 
For  the  Lamb's  flefh  is  heav'nly  food  : 
In  vain  we  fearch  the  globe  around 
For  bread  fo  fine,  or  wine  fo  good. 

^  Carnal  provifions  can  at  beft 

But  cheer  the  heart,  or  warm  the  head  ; 
But  the  rich  cordial  which  we  tafte, 
Gives  life  eternal  to  the  dead. 

5  Praife  to  the  Matter  of  the  feafr, 
His  name  our  fouls  for  ever  blefs  ; 
To  God  the  King,  and  God  the  Prieft, 
A  loud  Hofanna  round  the  place. 

Hymn    XIX.      Long  Metre. 

Glory  in  the  crofs :  or,  not  ajh anted  of  'Chrift  crucified. 

i      A    T  thy  command,  our  deareft  Lord, 
/\    Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feaft ; 
Thy  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  thy  board,  ■ 
And  thy  own  fleih  feeds  ev'ry  gueft. 


B.  III.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        559 

2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 
And  trufts  for  life  in  one  who  dy'd  ; 
We  hope  for  heav'nly  crowns  above, 
From  a  Redeemer  crucify'd. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  fhame, 
And  fling  their  fcandals  on  the  caufe  ; 
We  come  to  boaft  our  Saviour's  name, 
And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  crofs. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  fcoffing  age, 
He  who  was  dead  has  left  his  tomb, 
He  lives  above  their  utmoft  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  'till  he  come. 

Hymn    XX.     Common  Metre. 
^The  pro<vi(ions  far  the  table  of  our  Lord :  or,  the  tree 

of  life,  and  river  of  love. 
I   T    ORD  we  adore  thy  bounteous  hand, 
I   j    And  fing  the  folemn  feaft, 
Where  fweet  celeftial  dainties  ftand, 
For  ev'ry  willing  gueft. 

5  [The  tree  of  life  adorns  the  board 

With  rich  immortal  fruit, 
And  ne'er  an  angry  flaming  fword 
To  guard  the  paffage  to't. 

3  The  cup  ftands  crown'd  with  living  juice, 

The  fountain  flows  above, 
And  runs  down  ftreaming,  for  our  ufe, 
In  rivulets  of  love.] 

4  The  food's  prepar'd  by  heav'nly  art, 

The  pleasure's  well  refin'd  ; 
They  fpread  new  life  through  ev'ry  heart, 
And  cheer  the  drooping  mind. 

5  Shout  and  proclaim  the  Saviour's  love, 

Ye  faints  who  tafte  his  wine  ; 
Join  with  your  kindred  faints  above, 
In  loud  Hofannas  join. 


56o  HYMNS  AND  B.  Ill 

6  A  thoufand  glories  to  the  God 
Who  gives  fuch  joy  as  this  ; 
Hofanna  !.  let  it  found  abroad, 
And  reach  where  Jefus  is. 

H  r  m  n     XXL     Common  Metre. 
The  triumphal  feajl  for    ChriiVj  <vi£lory  over  Jin r„ 

death,  and  hell. 
i  ^lOME,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high, 
\_s   High  as  our  joys  arife, 
And  join  the  fongs  above  the  Iky, 
Where  pleafure  nevep  dies. 

2  [Jefus,  the  God,  who  fought  and  bled, 

And  conquer'd  when  he  fell ; 
Who  rofe,  and  at  his  chariot-wheels 
Dragg'd  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell. 

3  Jefus,  the  God,  invites  us  here 

To  this  triumphal  feaft, 
And  brings  immortal  bleffings  down 
For  each  redeemed  gueft.] 

4  The  Lord  !  how  glorious  is  his  face ! 

How  kind  his  fmiles  appear  ! 
And,  O  !  what  melting  words  he  fays 
To  ev'ry  humble  ear. 

5  "  For  you,  the  children  of  my  love, 

It  was  for  you  I  dy'd  ; 
Behold  my  hands,  behold  my  feet, 
And  look  into  my  fide. 

6  Thefe  are  the  wounds  for  you  I  bore, 

The  tokens  of  my  pains, 
When  I  came  down  to  free  your  fouls 
From  mifery  and  chains. 

7  [Juftice  unfheath'd  its  fi'ry  fword, 

And  plung'd  it  in  my  heart  ; 
Infinite  pangs  for  yon  I  bore, 
And  moft  tormenting  fmart. 


B.  III.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        565 

8  When  hell  and  all  its  ipiteful  pow'rs. 

Stood  dreadful  in  my  way, 
Torefcue  thofe  dear  lives  of  yours, 
I  gave  my  own  away. 

9  But  while  I  bled,  and  groan'd,  and  dy'd, 

I  ruin'd  Satan's  throne  ; 
High  on  my  crofs  I  hung,  and  fpy'd 
The  rnonfter  tumbling  down. 

10  Now  youmuft  triumph  at  my  feaffry 

And  tafte  my  flefh,  my  blood, 
And  live  eternal  ages  blefs'd, 

For  'tis  immortal  food." 
ml  Victorious  GOEM  what  can  we  pay 

For  favours  fo  divine  ? 
We  would  devote  our  hearts  away, 

To  be  for  ever  thine.] 
1 2  We  give  thee,  Lord,  our  higheft  praife> 

The  tribute  of  our  tongues; 
But  themes  fo  infinite  as  thefe, 

Exceed  our  noblefl  fongs. 

Hymn    XXII.     Long    Metre. 
The  compajjion  of  a  dying  Chrift. 
a   /^\URfpirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb; 
X_J   Oh,  that  our  feeble  lips  could  move 
In  ftrains  immortal  as  his  name, 
•  And  melting  as  his  dying  love  ! 

2  Was  ever  equal  pity  found  ? 

The  Prince  of  heav'n  refigns  his  breath* 
And  pours  his  life  out  on  the  ground, 
To  ranfom  guilty  worms  from  death. 

3  [Rebels,  we  broke  our  Maker's  laws  ;, 
He  from  the  threat'ning  fets  us  free, 
Bore  the  full  vengeance  on  his  crofs,, 

!    And  nail'd  the  curfes  to  the  tree.  J 


562  HYMNS  AND  B.  III. 

4  [The  law  proclaims  no  terrour  now, 
And  Sinai's  thunder  roars  no  more  ; 
From  all  his  wounds  new  bleiTings  flow, 
Afeaof  joy  without  a  fhore. 

5  Here  we  have  wafh'd  our  deeped  ftains, 
And  heal'd  our  wounds  with  heav'nly  blood  ; 
Blefs'd  fountain !  fpringing  from  the  veins 
Of  Jefus,  our  incarnate  God.] 

6  In  vain  our  mortal  voices  ftrive 
To  fpeak  companion  fo  divine  : 
Had  we  a  thoufand  lives  to  give, 
A^houfand  lives  mould  all  be  thine. 

.    IIIIOffilM  ■ 

Hymn     XXIII.     Common  Metre. 
Grace  and  glory  by  the  death  of  Chrift. 
s   [O ITTING  around  our  Father's  board, 
£3    We  raife  our  tuneful  breath  ; 
Our  faith  beholds  our  dying  Lord, 
And  dooms  our  fins  to  death.] 

2  We  fee  the  blood  of  J  ejus  fhed, 

Whence  all  our  pardons  rife  ; 
The  finner  views  th'  atonement  made, 
And  ioves  the  facrifice. 

3  Thy  cruel  thorns,  thy  fhameful  crofs, 

Procure  us  heavmly  crowns  : 
Our  higheft  gain  fprings  from  thy  lofs ; 
Our  healing  from  thy  wounds. 

4  Oh  !  'tis  impoflible  that  we 

Who  dwell  in  humble  clay, 
Should  equal  fufPrings  bear  for  thee, 
Or  equal  thanks  repay. 

Hymn     XXIV.     Common  Metre. 
Pardon  and ftrength from  Chrift. 
i  TT'ATHER,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace, 
jj      To  fee  thy  glories  mine. 


B.  III.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        563 

The  Lord  will  his  own  table  blefs, 
And  make  the  feaft  divine. 
.2  We  touch,  we  tafte  the  heav'nly  bread, 
We  drink  the  facred  cup  : 
With  outward  forms  our  fenfe  is  fed, 
Our  fouls  rejoice  in  hope. 
3  We  fnall  appear  before  the  throne 
Of  our  forgiving  God, 
Drefs'd  in  the  garments  of  his  Son, 
And  fprinkled  with  his  blood. 
.4  We  mall  be  ftrong  to  run  the  race, 
And  climb  the  upper  Iky  ; 
Chriji  will  provide  our  fouls  with  grace,, 
He  bought  a  large  fupply. 
•5  Let  us  indulge  a  cheerful  frame, 
For  joy  becomes  a  feaft  ; 
We  love  the  mem'ry  of  his  name, 
More  than  the  wine  we  tafte. 


Hymn    XXV.     Common  Metre. 
Divine  glories  a?id  graces. 
I  T  TOW  are  thy  glories  here  difplay'd, 
X  A  Great  God  !  how  bright  they  mine  ! 
While  at  thy  word  we  break  the  bread, 
And  pour  the  flowing  wine  i 
-2  Here  thy  revenging  juftice  ftands, 
And  pleads  its  dreadful  caufe  ; 
Here  faving  mercy  fpreads  her  hands 
Like  J  ejus  on  the  crofs. 
3  Thy  faints  attend  with  ev'ry  grace 
On  this  great  facrifice  ; 
And  love  appears  with  cheerful  face. 

And  faith  with  fixed  eyes. 
Our  hope  in  waiting  pofture  fits5 
To  heavJn  directs  her  fight ; 


S6f  HYMNS    AND  H.  Ill, 

Here  ev'ry  warmer  paflion  meets, 
And  ftrongeft  pow'rs  unite. 

5  Zeal  and  revenge  perform  their  part* 

And  rifing  fin  deftroy  ; 
Repentance  comes  with  aching  heart, 
Yet  not  forbids  the  joy. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  change  our  faith  to  fight; 

Let  fin  for  ever  die  ; 
Then  fhall  our  fouls  be  all  delight, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry. 


A  Song  of  Praife  to  the  ever-bleffed  Trinity-, 
God  the  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit. 
Hymn    XXVI.     i  ft  Long  Metre, 
i   TYLESS'D  be  the  Father  and  his  love, 
_|3  To  whofe  celeftial  fource  we  owe 
Rivers  of  endlefs  joy  above, 
And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 

2  Glory  to  thee,  great  Son  of  God, 
From  whofe  dear  wounded  body  rolls 
A  precious  dream  of  vital  blood. 
Pardon  and  life  for  dying  fouls. 

3  We  give  thee,  facred  Spirit,  praife, 
Who  in  our  hearts  of  fin  and  woe, 
Makes  living  fprings  of  grace  arife, 
Andjnto  boundlefs  glory  flow. 

4  Thus  God  the  Father,  God  The  Son, 
-  And  God  the  Spirit  we  adore, 

That  fea  of  lire  and  love  unknown, 
Without  a  bottom  or  a  more. 


Hymn    XXVII.     \ft  Common  Metre, 

C^  LORY  to  God  the  Father's  name, 
y   Who  from  our  fmful  race, 
Chofe  out  his  fav'rites  to  proclaim 
The  honours  of  his  grace. 


B.  III.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        565 

as  Glory  to  God  the  Son  be  paid, 
Who  dwelt  in  humble  clay, 
And  to  redeem  us  from  the  dead. 
Gave  his  own  life  away. 

3  Glory  to  God  the  Spirit  give, 

From  whofe  almighty  poW?r, 
Our  fouls  their  heav'nly  birth  derive, 
And  blefs  the  happy  hour. 

4  Glory  to  God  who  reigns  above, 

TV  eternal  Three  in  One, 
Who  by  the  wonders  of  his  love, 
Has  made  his  nature  known. 

Hymn    XXVIII.     \ft  Short  Metre, 

1  T    ET  God  the  Father  live 

.  A-*    For  ever  on  our  tongues  ; 
Sinners  from  his  firft  love  derive 
The  ground  of  all  their  fongs. 

2  Ye  faints  employ  your  breath, 

In  honour  to  the  Son, 
Who  brought  your  fouls  from  hell  and  death* 
By  ofPring  up  his  own. 

3  Give  to  the  Spirit  praife 

Of  an  immortal  ftrain, 
Whofe  light,  and  powV,  and  grace  conveys 
Salvation  down  to  men. 

4  While  God  the  Comforter, 

Reveals  our  pardon'd  fin, 
O  may  the  blood  and  water  bear 
The  fame  record  within. 

5  To  the  great  One  and  Three, 

Who  feal  this  grace  in  heaven* 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  be 
Eternal  glory  giv'n. 

Zz 


566  HYMNS    AND  B.*II. 

Hymn     XXIX,     id  Long  Metre* 
.1   f\  LORY  to  God  the  Trinity, 

VJT  Whofe  name  has  myfteries  unknown  ; 

In  effenceOne,  in  perfons  Three; 

A  focial  nature,  yet  alone. 
2  When  all  our  nobleft  powers  arejoin'd, 

The  honours  of  thy  name  to  raife  ; 

Thy  glories  over-match  our  mind, 

And  angels  faint  beneath  the  praife. 

H  r  m  n    XXX.     zd  Common  Metre. 
i  rr^HEGod  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 
X    Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
Whofaves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
And  new-creating  breath. 
2  To  praife  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  faints  and  angels  join. 


Hymn    XXXI.     id  Short  Metre. 

1  T    ET  God  the  Maker's  name, 

1    j   Have  honour,  love,  and  fear  ^ 
To  God  the  Saviour  pay  the  fame, 
And  God  the  Comforter. 

2  Father  of  lights  above, 

Thy  mercy  .we  adore, 
The  Son  of  thy  eternal  love, 
And  Spirit  of  thy  pow'r. 

Hymn    XXXII.     3^ Long  Metre, 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
"Be  honour,  praife,  and  glory  giv'n, 
iBy  all. on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n, 

tr  Km— —   — — 


B.  Ill*        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        567: 

Hymn    XXXIII.     Or  thus: 

ALL  glory  to  thy  wond'rous  name, 
Father  of  mercy,  God  of  love  ; 
Thus  we  exalt  the  Lord,  the  Lamb,  ' 
And  thus  we  praife  the  heav'nly  Dove. 

Hymn    XXXIV.     3d  Common  Metre, 

NOW  let  the  Father  and  the  San, 
And  Spirit  be  ador'd* 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known;. 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 


H 


Hr  m  n    XXXV.     Or  thus  • 
ONOUR  to  the  almighty  Three,*- 
And  everlafting  One ; 
All  glory  to  the  Father  be, 
The  Spirit  and  the  Son. 

Hymn    XXXVI.     zd Short  Metre 
X7"E  angels  round  the  throne, 

X     And  faints  who  dwell  below, 
Worfhip  the  Father*  love  the  Son, .. 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 


G 


i™rV,JQC™&     Or  thus  t 
I  v  ri  to  the  Father  praife. 

Give  glory  to  the  Son, 
And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace- 
Be  equal  honour  done. 

H  r  m  N    XXXVIII.     v?  Particular  Metre, 
Afong  of  praife  to  the  blelfed  Trinity. 

1    T  ^^  immortal  praife 
I    To  God  the  Father's  love, 
For  ail  my  comforts  here, 
And  better  hopes,  above  .*  - 


568  HYMNS  AND  B.  Ill- 

He  fent  his  own 
Eternal  Son, 
To  die  for  fins 
Which  man  had  done. 

2  To  God  the  Son  belongs 
Immortal  glory  too, 

Who  bought  us  with  his  blood 
From  everlafting  woe  : 

And  now  he  lives, 

And  now  he  reigns, 

And  fees  the  fruit 

Gf  all  his  pains. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit's  name^ 
Immortal  worfhip  give, 
Whofe  new-creating  pow'r 
Makes  the  dead  firmer  live  e 

His  work  completes 
The  great  defign, 
And  fills  the  foul 
With  joy  divine. 

4  Almighty  God  !  to  thee 
Be  endlefs  h^ '    .„ 

The  undivided  Three, 
And  the  myfterious  One  : 

Where  reafon  fails 

With  all  her  pow'rs, 

There  faith  prevails, 

And  love  adores. 


Hymn    XXXIX,   zd  Particular  Metre. 
I  nr^O  him  who  chofe  us  nrft, 
X      Before  the  world  began  ; 
To  him  who  bore  the  curfe, 
To  fave  rebellious  man  ;, 
To  him  who  forms 
Our  hearts  anew., 


B.  III.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        $6gL 

Is  endlefs  praife 

And  glory  due. 
2-;  The  Father's  love  mail  run" 
Through  our  immortal  fongs  l 
We  bring  to  God  the  Son, 
Hofannas  on  our  tongues : 

Our  lips  addrefs 

The  Spirit's  name, 

With  equal  praife, 

And  zeal  the  fame. 
3  Let  ev'ry  faint  above, 
And  angel  round  the  throne* 
For  ever  bleis  and  love 
The  facred  Three  in  One  ; 

Thus  heav'n  mail  raife 

His  honours  high, 

When  earth  and  time 

Grow  old  and  die. 


HrMN    XL,     3^', Particular  Metre, 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne, 
Perpetual  honours  raife  5 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife  : 
And  while  our  lips 
Their  tribute  brings 
Our  faith  adores 
The  name  we  flng. 

Hymn    XLI.    Or  thus: 

TO  our  eternal  God, 
The. Father  and  the. Son, 
And  Spirit  all  divine, 
Three  myfteries  in  one,  , 
Salvation,  pow'r, 
And  praife  be  giv'n5 
Z  z  2 


j7o  HYMNS     AND  B.  Ht. 

By  all  on  earth, 
And  all  in  heav'n. 


Hymn    XLII.     Long  Metre. 

*TheHOSANNA:  or,  Salvation  afcribed 
to  Christ. 

i  TTOSANNA  to  King  David's  Son, 
jt~l   Who  reigns  on  a  fuperiour  throne ; 
We  blefs  the  Prince  of  heavenly  birth^ 
Who  brings  falvation  down  to  earth. 

2  Let  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  delightful  work  engage  : 
Old  men  and  babes  in  Zion  fmg 
The  growing  glories  of  her  King. 

Hymn    XLIII.     Common  Metre^ 
i  TTOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  grace* 
O  Zion,  behold  thy  King  ; 
P  oclaim  the  Son  of  David's  race, 
And  teach  the  babes  to  fing. 
2  Hofanna  to  th*  incarnate  Word, 
Who  from  the  Father  came  ; 
Afcribe  falvation  to  the  Lord, 
With  bleflings  on  his  name* 

Hymn    XLIV.   Short  Metre, 
i  TTOSANNA  to  the  Son 

X~X  Of  David  and  of  God, 
Who  brought  the  news  of  pardon  down^ 

And  bought  it  with  his  blood. 
2  To  Chrift  th'  anointed  King, 

Be  endlefs  bleflings  giv'n  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  glory  fing, 

Who  made  our  peace  with  heav'n* 


B.  III.        SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        571 

H  r  m  n    XLV.    Particular  Metre. 

"OSANNA  to  the  King 
Of  David's  ancient  blood  ; 
Behold  he  comes  to  bring 
Forgiving  grace  from  God  1 

Let  old  and  young 

Attend  his  way, 

And  at  his  feet 

Their  honours  lay. 
3  Glory  to  God  on  high, 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb  ; 
Let  earth,  and  fea,  and  Iky, 
His  wond'rous  love  proclaim  1 

Upon  his  head 

Shall  honours  reft, 

And  ev'ry  age 

Pronounce  him  blefs'd. 


THE  MB, 


A  Table  tofind  any  Hymn,  or 

Part  of  a  Hymn,  by  the  firft  Line  of  it. 
Afafc>.The  Letters  a,  b,  c,  denote   the  Firft, 

Second,  and  Third  Book  ;  the  Figures  dire£t 

to  the  Hymn. 

A 
y^DORE  and  tremble^ for  our  God 
Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed- 
All  mortal  vanities  be  gone 
And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive 
And  muft  this  body  die 
And  now  thefcales  have  left  my  eyes 
Arife,  my  foul ',  my  joyful  poxv'rs 
At  thy  command^  our  dearejl  Lord 
Attend  while  God's  exalted  Son 
Awake  my  heart,  arife  my  tongue 
Awake,  ourfoulsy  away  our  fears 
Away  from  ev'ry  mortal  care 

B 
JgACKWARD   with  humble,  &c. 

Begin,  my  tongue,  feme  heavenly,  &c. 
Behold  howfmners  dif agree 
Behold  the  blind  their  fight  receive 
Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 
Behold  the  grace  appears 
Behold  the  potter  and  the  clay 
Behold  the  rofe  0/*  Sharon  here 
Behold  the  woman's  promised  feed 
Behold  the  wretch  whofe  lufl  and  wine 
Behold  what  wond'rous  grace 
Blefs'd  are  the  humble  fouls  who  fee 
Blefs'dbe  the  everlafling  God 
Blefs'dbethe  Father  and  his  love 
Blefs'd  is  the  man  whofe  cautious  feet 
Blefs'd  morning  I  whofe  young,  (sr'c*      * 


B 

.  H. 

a 

42 

b 

9 

a 

*5 

b 

105 

b 

no 

b 

81 

b 

82 

c 

*9 

b 

*3° 

a 

20 

a 

48 

b 

123 

a 

57 

b 

69 

a 

131 

b 

'37 

a 

1 

a 

3 

a 

*7 

a 

68 

b 

135 

a 

123 

a 

64 

a 

102 

a 

26 

c 

26 

a 

3i 

b 

72 

TABLE.  573 

B.  H. 

Blefi'd  with  the  joys  of  innocence  b   128 

Blood  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  fkies  b   ng 

Bright  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God  b     51 

Broad  is  the  road  which  leads  to  death  b   158 

Bury  d  in  foadovjs  of  the  night  a     97 

But  few  among  the  carnal  wife  a     96 

ff  AN  creatures  to  perfection  find  b   170 

Chr'ift  and  his  crojs  is  all  our  theme  a   119 

Come,  all  harmonious  tongues  b     84 

Come,  dear  eft  Lor d,  defend  and dwell  a  135 

Come,  happy  fouls,  approach  your  God  b   103 

Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  fouls  a  I2f 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavnly  Dove  b     34. 

Come,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune  c       8 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful fongs  a     62 

Come,  let  us  lift  cur  joyful  eyes  b   108 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high  c     21 

Co?ney  we  who  love  the  Lord  b     30 
D 

jfyJUGHTJERS  ofZlon,  came,  &fe  a    yi 

"       Dear  Lord,  behold  our  fore  difirefs  b   163 

Dear  eft  of  all  the  names  above  b   148 

Death  cannot  make  our  fouls  afraid  b     49 

Death  may  diffolve  my  body  now  a     2  J 

Death  !  'tis  a  melancholy  day  b     52 

Deceiv  d  by  futile  fnares  of  hell  a   107' 

Deep  in  the  dufi  before  thy  throne  a   1 24 

Defend  from  heav'n,  immortal  Dove  b     23, 

Do' we  not  know  that  Jolemn  word  a   122 

Down  headlong  from  their  native  fkies  b     96 

Dread  Sovereign-,  let  my  evningjbng  b       7 

E 

J?R£  the  blue  heavens  were>  &c»  a       2- 

F*  Eternal  Sov  reign  ofthejky  b  149- 


c74  TABL  E. 

B.  H 

Eternal  Spirit,  we  confefs  b   133 

~pAI*IH  is  the  hrigkiejl  evidence"  a  120 

Far from  my  thoughts,  vain,  &c  b     15 

Father,  1  long,  1  faint  to  fee  b     68 

Father,  we  wait  to  ft  el  thy  grace  c     24 

Firm  and  unmovd  are  they  a     23 

Firm  as  the  earth  the  gofpelfiands  a   138 

From  heav'n  the  finning  angels  fell  b     97 

From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  Ji jail  rife  b     75 

G 

(GENTILES  hy  nature  we  belong  a  1 14 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rife  b   140 

Glory  to  God  the  Trinity  c     29 

Glory  to  God  who  walks  the  Jky  b     59 

Glory  to  God  the  Father's  name  c     27 

God  is  a  Spirit  ju/l  and  wife  a  136. 

God  of  the  mornings  at  who fe  voice-  a     79 

God  of  'the  feas,  thy  t bund' ring  voice  b     70. 

God  !  the  eternal,  awful  name  b  "  27, 

God,  who  in  various  methods  told  a     59 

Go  preach  my  go/pel,  faith  the  Lord  a   128' 

Go  worfjip  at  ImmanuzY s  feet  a  146 

Great  God,  haw  infinite  art  thou  b     67 

Great  God,  I  own  thy  fentence  juji  a       6 

Great  God^  thy  glory  /ball  employ  b   167 

Great  God,  to  what  a  glorious  height.  b  112. 

Great  King  of  glory  and  of  grace  '  b   159 

Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great  b   144 

H 

Jf[dD  I  the  tongues  of  Greek*,  &i.  a  134 

Happy  the  church,  thoufacred,  &c.  b     64 

Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign  b     38 

Hark! from  the  tombs  a  doleful found  b    6; 


T  AfB  L  E. 

•Mark  !  th  e  Redeemer  from  on  high 
Hear  what  the  voice  from  heavyny  £s?r. 
Hence  from  my  foul  fad  thought r,  &c. 
Here  at  thy  crofs,  my  dying  God 
High  as  the  heavens  above  the  ground 
High  on  a  hill  of  dazzling  light 
Hofanna,  i$c.  -  C 

Hofanna  to  our  conquering  King 
Hofanna  to  the  Prince  of  light 
Hofanna  to  the  royal  Son 
Hofanna  with  a- cheerful  found 
How  are  thy  glories  here  dijplafd 
How  beauteous  are  their  feet 
How  can  I  fink  with  fuch  a  prop 
How  condefcending  and  how  kind 
How  full  ofangui/h  is  the  thought 
How  heavy  is  the  night 
How  honourable  is  the  pface 
How  large  the  promife,  how  divine 
How  oft  have  fin  and  Satan  ft  rove 
How  rich  are  thy  provifions,  Lord 
How  fad  our  Jl ate  by  nature  is 
Hw  /hall  I  praife  th'  eternal  God 
Howjhort  anclhafly  is  our  life 
How  Jhouldthe  fens  of  Adam  'i  race 
Howftrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God 
How  fweet  and  awful  is  the  place 
How  vain  are  all  things  here  below 
How  wond'rous  great,  hoiv glorious  bright  b 

l7 

J  CANNOT  bear  thine  abfence.  Lord 

I  give  immortal  praife 
I  hate  the  tempter  and  his  charms 
I  lift  my  banner^  faith  the  Lord 


575 

B. 

H. 

a 

.70 

a 

18 

b 

73 

b 

4 

b 

115 

b 

18 

42  1 

''45 

b 

89 

b 

76 

a 

16 

b 

8 

c 

25 

a 

10 

b 

116 

c 

4 

b 

100 

a 

98 

a 

8 

a 

tJ3 

a 

x39 

c 

12 

b 

90 

b 

166 

b 

3* 

a 

86 

a 

49 

c 

13 

b 

48 

tfb 

87 

b 

117 

c 

38 

b 

156 

a 

29 

576  TABLE. 

/  love  the  windows  of  thy  grace 
Fm  not  ajharrid  to  own  my  Lord 
I  fend  the  joys  of  earth  away 
I  fmg  my  Saviour's  wond'rous  death 
'Jehovah  [peaks,  let  lfr'el  hear 
"Jehovah  reigns,  his  throne  is  high 
Jefus,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold 
Jefus  invites  his  faints 
Jefus  is  gone  above  the  fkies 
Jefus,  the  man  of  conftant  grief 
Jefus,  we  ble.fs  thy  Father  s  nam: 
Jefus,  we  bow  before  thy  feet 
Jefus,  with  all  thy  faints  above 
In  Gabriel's  hand  a  mighty  Jl  one 
In  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love 
In  vain  the  wealthy  mortals  toil 
In  vain  we  lavifh  out  our  lives 
Infinite  grief  J  amazing  woe 
Join  all  the  glorious  names 
Join  all  the  names  of  love  and  powW 
Is  this  the  kind  return 

K 
]£IND  isthefpeech  of  Chrift  our  Lor 

Is 

J^ADENwith  guilt,  and  full  of  fears 

Let  all  our  tongues  be  one 
Let  everlafling  glories  crown 
Let  evJry  mortal  ear  attend 
Let  God  the  Father  live 
Let  God  the  Maker  s  name 
Let  him  embrace  my  foul  and  live 
Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay 
Let  mortal  tongues  attempt  tofing 
Let  others  Boajl  howjtrong  they  be 


B  .H. 

b  145 

a  103 

b  11 

b  114 

a  84 

b  168 

a  145 

c   2 

c   6 

a  12 

a  54 

c  18 

b  29 

a  59 

a  30 

a  24 

" 

b  95 

a  105 

2T*49 

b  74 

d  a  73 

b  119 

c   9 

b  J3* 

a   7 

c  28 

c  31 

a  66! 

a  15 

a  58 

b  19 

TABLE.  577 
B.  H. 

Let  Pharijees  of  high  efleem  a   133 

Let  the  old  Heaih ens  tune  their  fongs  b     2r 

Let  the  fev'nth  angel  found  on  high  a     5- 

Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie  b     gq 

Let  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood  b   160 

Let  them  neglecl  thy  glory.  Lord  b     %y 

Let  us  adore  th'  eternal  Word  c       ^ 

Life  and  immortal joys  are  giv'n  b   125 

Life  is  the  time  toferve  the  Lord  a     88 

Lift  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heavenly  feat  b     37 

Like  fheep  vje  went  a/lray  a   1 42 

Ztf,  the  young  tribes  ^Adam  rife  a     go 

Lo,vjhat  a  glorious  fight  appears  a     2t 

2>,  7^  to  an  entertaining  fight  a    44, 

Ztf,  the  deflroying  angel  flies  b     <j£ 

Long  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found  b   165 

Loo&y  gracious  God,  how  numrous  they  a     4  j 

Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear  a     19 

Lord,  how  -divine  thy  comforts  are  c     1  r 

Lord,  how  fiecure  and  blefl  are  they  b     57 

Lord,  how  fiecure  my  confidence  zvas  a   115 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  bounteous  hand  c     20 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  vafl  defigns  b   1 09 

Lord,  we  are  blind,  we  mortals  blind  b     26 

Lord,  we  confefs  our  numrous  faults  a   in 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece                 -  a     37 

Lord,  what  a  heavn  offaving  graa  b     16 

Lord,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I  a     36 

X^v/,  wto  #  wretched  land  is  this  b     53 

Z#r4  when  my  tho'is  with  wonder  roll  b       5 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord         -  a     46 

#f 

Jl4AN has  afoul  of  vajl  deftres  b  146 
Miftakm  fkuh  who  dream  of  heating   140 
Aaa 


578  TABLE. 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord 
My  drowfypow'rs  why  Jleep  ye  fo 
My  God)  how  endlefs  is  thy  love 
My  GW,  my  l?fe,  my  love 
My  God)  my  portion,  and  my  love 
My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
My  God,  thefpring  of  all  ?ny  joys 
My  G od  what  endlefs  pleafures  dwell 
My  heart  how  dreadful  hard  it  is 
My  Saviour  God)  my  fov' reign  Prince 
My  foul)  come,  meditate  the  day 
My  foul  forfakes  her  vain  delight 
My  thoughts  on  awful fubjecls  roll 
My  thoughts  furmount  thefe  lower  Jkies 

N 
fJAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came 

Nature  with  all  her  powi'rsfhallfmg 
Nature  with  open  volume Jlands 
Noy  V 11  repine  at  death  no  more 
No)  I  Jhall  envy  them  no  more 
No  more,  my  God,  I  boaft  no  more 
Nor  eye  hasfeen,  nor  ear  has  heard 
Not  all  the  blood  ofbeajh 
Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth 
Not  diff' rent  food,  nor  diff  Went  drefs 
Not  from  the  dufi  affliclion  grows 
jtfot  the  malicious  or  profane 
Not  to  condemn  thefons  of  men 
Not  to  the  terrours  of  the  Lord 
Not  with  our  mortal  eyes 
Now  be  the  God  of\hyz\  bleji 
Now  by  the  bowels  of  my  God 
Now  for  atuneofloftypraife 
Nqw  havt  sur  harts  embrafd  our  God  c 


B. 

H. 

b 

i39 

b 

25 

a 

81 

b 

93 

b 

94 

b 

122 

b 

54 

b 

42 

b 

99 

b 

h; 

b 

6! 

b 

10 

b 

2 

b 

l62 

a 

5 

b 

2 

c 

10 

b 

£02 

b 

56 

a 

109 

a 

105 

b 

142 

a 
a 

i?6 

a 

«3 

a 

104 

a 

100 

b 

152 

a 

108 

a 

50 

a 

130 

b 

43 

c 

*4 

TABLE. 

Now  in  the  gall' ries  of  his  grace 
Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood 
Now  let  a  fpacious  world  arije 
Now  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot 
Now  let  the  Lord  my  Saviour fmile 
Now  Satan  comes  with  dreadful  roar 
Now/hall  my  inward  joys  arije 
Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  fong 
Now  to  the  Lord  who  makes  us  know 
Now  to  the  pow'r  of  God  fupr erne 

O 
r\  FOR  an  overcoming  faith 

Oh  !  if  my  foul  were  form' d for  woe 
Oh  !  the  almighty  Lord 
Oh  !  the  delights,  the  heav'nlyjoys 
Often  Ifeek  my  Lord  by  night 
Once  more  my  foul  the  rifing  day 
Our  days,  alas,  our  mortal  days 
Our  God,  how  firm  his  promife  Jiands 
Our  /insy  alas  !  how  firong  they  be 
Our  fouls  fb  all  magnify  the  Lord 
Our  fpirits  win  f  adore  the  Lamb 

UNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  defpair 
raife,  everlafling  praife,  be  prid 
R 
jDAISE  thee,  my  foul,  fly  up  and  run 

Raife  your  triumphant  fongs 
Rife,  rife,  my  foul,  and  leave  the  ground 

S 
CJINTS,  at  your  heavenly,  &c 

Salvation  !  Oh  the  joyful  found 
See  where  the  great  incarnate  God 
Shall  the  vile  race  offiejh  and  blood 
\&kall  we  go  on  tofm 


579 

B 

H. 

a 

77 

a 

9* 

b 

H7 

c 

16 

b 

50 

b 

157 

a 

39 

b 

47 

a 

61 

a 

*37 

a 

17 

b 

106 

b 

80 

b 

91 

a 

7r 

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6 

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39 

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86 

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60 

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22 

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79 

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60 

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104. 

b 

17 

a 

129 

b 

88 

a 

45 

a 

82 

a 

106 

«8o  TABLE. 

B. 

Shall  wifdom  cry  aloud          -  a 

Shout  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  joys  b 

Sin  has  a  thwfand  treacherous  arts  b 

Sin,  like  a  venomous  difeafe  b 

Sing  to  the  Lord  who  built  the  files  b 

Sing  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice  a 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  heavnly  ho/Is  b 

Sitting  around  our  Father's  board  c 

So  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raife  a 

So  let  oun^ips  and  lives  exprefs  a 

So  new-born  babes  defire  the  breajl  a 

Stand  up,  ?7iy  foul,  Jhake  off  thy  fears  ,v  b 

Stoop  down  my  tto'ts  that  ufe  to  rife  b 

Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  fir  ait  b 

T 
q'ERRIBLE  God,  who  reign' /I,  Efc.     b 

'That  awful  day  will  fur  ely  come  b 

Thee  We  adore,  eternal  name  b 

f he  glories  of  my  blaker,  God      M  b 

W&e  God  of  mercy  be  adord  c 

The  King  of  glory  fends  his  Son  b 

The  lands  which  long  in  darknefs  lay  a 

1  he  law  by  Mofes  caritft         fli  a 
he  law  commands  arid  makes  its  know 
'..-  Lord  declares  his  will        ^ 
The  Lord  dcfcendingfro?n  above 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  b 

The  Lord  on  high  proclaims  b 

Ti  e  majejty  of  Sulcn . on  b 

The  mcmry  of  our  dying  Lord  c 

Theprormfe  ofviy  Father's  love  c 

T<:t  promife  was  divinely  free  b 

ue  Mcffiali  now  appears  b 

■L  he  v  ■  u  .  :  f  ?ny  beloved  founds  a 

The  wentf  ring  world  enquires  to  knew  a 


TABLE. 

There  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands 
1 'here  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 
There's  no  ambition  fw  ells  my  he  ait 
There  was  an  hour  when  Chrift  rejoiced 
Thefe  glorious  minds,  how  bright,  bSc, 
This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love 
Thou,  whom  my  foul  admires  above 
Thus  didthefons  of  Abrah'm  pafs 
3~hus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on: 
Thus  faith  the  fir  (I,  the  great  command 
Thus  faith  the  high  and  lofty  One 
Thus  faith  the  Ruler  of  the  fkies 
Thus  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord 
*Thus  faith  the  wifdom  of  the  Lord 
1 'hy  favours,  Lord,  furprife  our  fouls 
Time,  what  an  empty  vapour  'tis 
sTis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 
'Tis  from  the  treafures  of  his  word 
9Tis  not  the  Jaw  often  commands 
To  God  the  only  wife 
To  him  who  chofe  us  firfl 
*Twas  by  an  order  from  the  Lord 
'Twas  on  that  dark,  thai  doleful  night 
°Twas  the  comrmffion  of  our  Lord 

Ftf  U 
JfAIN are  the  hopes  the  fons  of  men 

Fain  are  the  hopes  which  rebels  place 
Unjhaken  as  thefacred  hill 
Tip  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie 
tip  to  the  Lord  who  reigns  on  high 

W 
TffE  are  a  garden  walVd  around 

We  blefs  the  prophet  of  the  Lord 
Wefing  th'  amazing  deeds 
We  fmg  the  glories  of  thy  hve 


581 

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H. 

a 

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II 

66 

a 

33 

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n 

a 

41 

b 

138 

a 

67 

b 

127 

a 

80 

a 

116 

a 

87 

b 

83 

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121 

a 

93 

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45 

b 

58 

b 

129 

a 

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b 

124 

a 

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39 

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94 

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99 

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22, 

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4i 

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46 

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74 

b 

132 

c 

17 

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56 

582  TABLE. 

B.H. 

Welcome  Jweet  day  of  refi  b     14 

'JVell^  the  Redeemer  5  gone  b     36 

What  diff'rftit  powers  of  grace  and  fin  b  143 

What  equal  honours  Jhall  we  bring  a     63 

What  happy  men,  or  angels  thefe  a     40 

What  mighty  Man,  or  mighty'  God  a     28 

Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arife  a     32 

When  1  can  read  my  title  clear  b     6  c 

When  in  the  light  of  faith  divine  b   101 

When  Ifurvey  the  wondWous  crofs  c       7 

When  we  are  raisdfrom  deep  diflrefs  a     55 

When  fir  angers  fland  and  hear  me  tell  a     76 

When  the  fir  (I  par  enW  of  our  race  b    ^S 

When  the  great  Builder  arched  thejkies  b     24 
Where  are  the  mourners,  faith  the  Lord  b  154 

Who  can  defer  ibe  the  joys  that  rife  a   tOi 

Who  has  believd  thy  word  a  141 

Who  is  this  fair  one  in  diflrefs  a     78 

Who  Jhall  the  Lor$s  eleel  condemn^  a     £4 

Why  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  a       4 

Why  does  your  face  i  ye  humble  fouls  b     85 

Why  do  we  mourn,  departing  friends  b       3 

Why  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  th&  b     20 

Why  Jhould  the  children  of  a  King  a  ia^ 

ff^hy  Jhould  this  earth  delight  us  fo  b  I™ 

Why  Jhould  we  fl  art  and  fear  to  die  b     31 

With  cheerful  voice  I  fmg  a  1 4? 

With  holy  fear  and-humble  fong      -*  b     44 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace  a  1 25 

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Ye  fans  oj  Adam,  -z/tf/tf  and  young  a     89 

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